Day 19 – I’d been thinking about moving for a some time. While hanging out one night with friends, two of which were visiting from another country, and in seeing how much fun the foreign friends were having here, I got serious about my adventure fantasizing.
Then, there was a message.
I noticed that a writer I’d met briefly was posting a lot of pictures of himself in Budapest, so I wrote him and asked if he was doing a residency there. This was his story.
He said that he didn’t like the company he was working for, and he didn’t like where they had him living, so he decided to quit that job. He bought a oneway ticket for Budapest, rented an apartment and was working on writing his second novel there until the spring when he would come back to the states and decide what to do with his life. Fuck, I thought, I love that story.
A few days later, I’d booked my flight, found an apartment in Berlin, had someone to sublet my apartment while I was away, and lined up the next few classes teaching online (to secure my funds). It was all so easy. The little ropes tying me to this life were so easy to snap, one by one, like in Gulliver’s Travels, as one friend put it.
30 Days to Berlin 