More than a decade ago (as a fresh-faced 21-year-old) my summer Inter-rail journey ended in the streets of Munich. Getting light-headed from a mass of beer whilst sitting in the sun in the English gardens, visiting the Pinakothek der Moderne, and traipsing through the fairy-tale old town until my feet were sore are experiences engraved in my memory as if it were yesterday.
Now, some 11 years later, I’m facing the prospect of another summer trip to Munich – but this time for an indefinite stay. No part of my 21-year-old self could have ever imagined that I would one day call the city my home and be fluent in a language I spoke no word of. Which got me thinking of all the possibilities which are open in life and how we never really know which way the road will lead. I’m looking forward to getting to know Munich as more than an tourist and more than a frequent visitor. And I can’t help wondering where I will be 11 years from now.