Breathe the fresh spring air

April 1st, 2016
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If there’s one thing I love to do when the birds begin chirping and the flowers start popping up, it’s opening the windows to the fresh spring air. That’s step number one to beginning my spring.

(Second for me, of course, is grabbing a lighter coat and racing outside.)

Opening windows wasn’t a ritualistic part of my life until I moved to Germany. I’d walk down the Berlin streets and see apartment buildings full of wide open windows and balcony doors. It didn’t matter if it was the retired woman with lace curtains or the young man who could stay up all night playing techno music and drinking beer—they all welcomed the fresh breeze … especially in the spring.

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Why “Thank You” are my favorite words

February 5th, 2016
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As my new friends in Germany and I walked out of our classroom, I looked our teacher in the eye and said, “Vielen Dank!” (Thank you very much!)

“Why do you always do that?” my friend asked in broken German. “Why do you thank the teacher every day?”

I paused … why wouldn’t I say thank you? I was a 20-something year old woman who’d just moved abroad, and that teacher was giving me the gift of a new language necessary for my immersion in Berlin. Nobody else in my class spoke English, and I certainly didn’t know any of their languages. Because of our teacher, I was making new friends, communicating with strangers, and performing everyday tasks where language was needed. Granted my German involved a lot of really awkward conjugations and arm gestures. (It still does!) But that teacher’s enthusiasm to guide my classmates and me was amazing—a treasure I’ll never forget.

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Why we keep taking the easy route (even when we don’t mean to)

January 11th, 2016
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The moment I decided I was ready to learn how to fly an airplane, I approached my husband, Martin. He’s one of those people who could live and breathe all things aviation. From the moment we met, it was clear that he wanted nothing more than to share that passion with me.

“Okay, I’ll learn how to fly,” I said. “But I just want you to know: I don’t do landings.”

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