Life felt confusingly surreal! ❤

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"Hello," says a person from this super delayed post! (I'm also tenacious, so it'd reach out for sure) 

The story continues->
The moment I landed, one thought ran wild in my head: This is where it all begins. That moment when you start noticing every tiny thing that makes a place feel “foreign.” OMG—it’s me, in a foreign land! It felt surreal, my brain was kind of confused but in the most beautiful way. Not sure if everyone goes through that, but it was like my dramatic and naive side showed up just to say hi to this brand new world, all prepped to experience everything.




The very first thing that caught my eye? The railway tracks. We had to take the RE(Regional express) and something inside me just went, wait a second- these tracks look the same! The stones that make up the tracks, just like in India. I know it sounds silly, but these are exactly the little norms my mind latches onto when it’s trying to process newness.

We hopped on the train, immediately sorted our Deutsche Bahn tickets, and just like that, it felt like I was living in a Girl on the Train kind of story. It took a while to really meet the surroundings, to let the air and atmosphere settle into my senses.

I knew it was winter so no leaves on any of the trees->but still, it felt like a strange kind of magic. We then took a tram, which revealed the city’s quiet beauty in the most cinematic way. I couldn’t take my eyes off the passing views; everything looked straight out of a painting.

And finally, we reached home-probably the most exciting part for me. The daylight had just about faded. Everything felt dim, calm, and there was this absolute pindrop silence. So much so that I had to tone down my usual bouncy, flattering walk, because you never know when a neighbor might get annoyed by just footsteps echoing in a quiet apartment!

That’s how my first day in Germany went. And thanks to jet lag, I passed out by 9 PM, which, honestly, was the biggesttt wonder of them all.
A day gone by, and reflecting on what stood out to me! 
If someone were to ask, "How exactly did you feel the difference?"
Here’s a short and honest take:

3 things I noticed:

1)Independence is ageless. Seeing elderly folks confidently hopping on trams, trains, or buses on their own->it’s both inspiring and heartwarming. The system supports them, and they embrace it fully.

3)The lighting is noticeably dim. It sets a calm, soft tone->peaceful for some, but maybe not ideal for someone sensitive to low light (say, a migraine sufferer?). So, definitely a mixed bag.

3)Trust runs deep. Shopkeepers don’t hover around->you’re free to browse, take your time. There's a quiet sense of respect and belief in each other.

What's more beautiful? 

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