• 8 Things About Life in Germany So Far

    Without a doubt the biggest change in my life this year was leaving the U.S. I'd moved away before, but that was for only 6 months. This time I literally left everything behind to begin a new life in the UK that would begin with some time living in Germany first. 2016: the year I became an expat. (And not actually because Trump won!) Before the year closes, I thought I might write a bit about how living in Germany is going. I didn't have any real idea what to expect here. But here's how it's different than I might have imagined and what I'm having to get used to that I could never have planned for. It's not an exhaustive list, so maybe I'll write more another time. 

    1. This place is weird, but I like it. 

    Never in my life have I specifically desired to visit (much less live in) Germany. Growing up, I'd heard that my maiden name was apparently German, but it's not like I felt any affinity to the country. When we started talking about how we could move to England quicker and easier by moving to another EU country first, Germany made sense as David, on the other hand, has always had a thing for this country. One day last year when Talitha was still using pacifiers, I looked down to see the words 'made in Germany' on a NUK pacifier she had. Something clicked for me that day. A tiny whisper saying "yes." In February, we were watching some clips on GOD TV of worship at a conference or something being held in Germany. Another slightly louder whisper of confirmation rushed over me and deep into my spirit as I sang along with the worship set in my living room in North Carolina, Talitha not even scooting around yet laying on a blanket in the floor in front of me. As the months passed and we bought our plane tickets and the time drew closer for our departure, I had this feeling being here in Germany was going to be more than just a "waiting room" for England. The first night we were here, exhausted from traveling from California, I went to sleep with such expectation in my heart. As I closed my eyes, I immediately began to feel something I can only describe as "fireworks" going off in my spirit — that is exactly the image I saw in my mind's eye. I've carried that with me in my heart through out this time so far. Most of the time, I have no idea what my wider purpose here is in this community and city. (But I remembered recently that to love people around me is always my "wider purpose" anywhere I am.) Often, I find myself incredibly eager to be in England instead. To be honest, Germans as a people (but definitely not the church community we've met here) can be rather cold. The culture isn't naturally lively, warm, and open — you have to look harder for those moments. (Although Christmas here was beautiful and special and brought so much more festivity.) Duisburg isn't actually very pretty in the sense of fairytale villages you might conjure up in your mind when thinking of Germany. There isn't a charming 'olde towne' here. It is city life complete with grafitti everywhere and often trash littering the road. We also came at the tale-end of Autumn (which was lovely), but generally anywhere the seasons of Fall and Winter tend to be a bit more isolating. So I hold onto to those fireworks I felt in the beginning and actively choose to look for the places I can set them off for myself. 

    2. Language is everything. 

    I think God must have shielded my heart from anxiety over the language barrier in our preparations for coming here, because I didn't realize how crazy it would be. Visiting foreign countries is one thing — you only deal with that change of language for a short amount of time. But living in a place day in and day out where everything is written in a language you don't undertstand and that you've never studied and have absolutely no grid for is utterly exhausting. I often find myself very tired (more than just mom-fatigue and beyond adjusting to jet lag and the time zone) and I don't understand why, because I'm not physically tired out by working at a job or running around doing a ton of stuff. But I've realized that my brain is naturally constantly trying to translate everything and make sense of the world around me. I think it must be a bit like how Talitha's little baby brain does that. Now that we've been here for 2 1/2 months, German doesn't seem as foreign as it did before. The actual sounds I hear feel more like a language now instead of just harsh consonants and vowels. I'm starting to sense the rhythm of the language, and I've picked up some vocabulary here and there, which seems to thoroughly delight and impress David. He's been very encouraging about it, and I'm constantly amazed at how he's able to function. Naturally, his German has already improved using it so much. I have to depend on him in a way I never have before. He is my constant translator and often has to be my voice. But it's been hard feeling like I don't have a voice of my own sometimes. Once, in the parking lot of a supermarket, a couple were coming back to their car parked next to us. David was still in the store, and I had come back out to the car with a fussy Talitha. I was standing with the back side door open letting her play in the back seat. When I saw the woman was about to get in the passenger side of the car, I picked Talitha up to go back in to rejoin David inside. When I did, our car door brushed theirs, but it was very light, so I carried on inside hoping nothing was the matter, because I obviously didn't have the words to say "Oh, excuse me, I might have hit your car. I hope it's okay" and be a normal, decent human being. A few seconds later, I could hear the voice of the man calling out to me. I didn't know what he was saying, but I knew it was directed towards me. With a blank stare on my face, my heart sunk a little. Thankfully, David was just coming out. "I think I might have hit their car with the door," I said. David chatted with the guy, who wasn't terribly mean or anything, just concerned about his work vehicle, and David gave him our info. Because I was so stunned by the experience and embarassed by what I'm sure they might have thought was awkward behavior from me at first i.e. seemingly dismissive since I was just silent, I felt so frustrated that I couldn't be myself or respond the way I would normally react in a situation like that. I couldn't relay to them that I was sorry or that I wasn't trying to ignore them. They realized I didn't speak German obviously once David was there, and they called back later in the day to say the tiny mark was so insignificant that there wasn't anything to worry about, but the feeling I had in that situation — the feeling of being invisible — was the worst. Needless to say, I have a new empathy for people who don't speak the language of the country they're in and haven't learned it yet. 

    3. DM is everyone's favorite. 

    DM (short for drogerie markt meaning 'drug store') is the equivalent to CVS or Walgreens in the US or Boots or Superdrug in the UK. Since Germany doesn't have anything quite like Walmart or Target (where you can get, like, everything at one place), I don't know, I feel like DM is sort of the German Target without the clothes (although they do have an adorable babies and toddlers section complete with play area and changing table) and electronics and food and furniture. It's basically where the cool people get their shampoo. It's that place that's become familiar now, and when I go in, I feel a little 'ahhh' in my heart, much like I imagine the Germans are feeling when they pop in there. If this tells you anything, my friend got me a gift card to DM for Christmas, and it was rad. 

    4. Rewe's €2.50 Kebab is our new comfort food. 

    There's a grocery store here called Rewe (pronounced Reh-vah) about a mile from our apartment, and they have a grill in the back where you can buy hot food like bratwurst, frikadellen, and doner kebabs. Their kebabs are so cheap yet quality and filling, we find ourselves stopping by a couple times a week. It's a habit we don't want to break. I admit, I can be a fast food junkie, but in a city of over 500,000 that only has ONE drive-thru fast food place (McDonald's), my American fast food habit isn't possible. I realize that's a good thing, but I won't pretend that finding the cheap kebabs didn't feel like an absolute godsend. Thanks, God. He knows your needs, friends. ;)

    5. I Miss Goldfish. 

    Who knew Pepperidge Farm Goldfish snacks would be so dearly missed? It's just that Talitha loved them back home (what kid doesn't?) and snacks are basically a lifeline for any mama of a young child. Kid acting antsy getting into the car seat? Stuff food in kid's mouth. Kid is bored but you're out in public. Stuff food in kid's mouth. Kid is having a meltdown over the toy they can't have/you won't buy for them. Stuff food in kid's mouth. Even though there are other things I've found for her to munch on in those life or death situations — bread rolls and pretzels FTW, and I promise I give her fruit, too — I miss the way her little face would light up when a handful of goldfish were placed in front of her. 

    6. Being connected to people is life. 

    We've become pretty good at making new friends (and moving away from them!). But even though we're not staying here for long, it's vital to find people who are like-minded and open. I'm so thankful for a few sweet people who have opened their hearts to us for a while — and for English speakers! It's still tempting to isolate ourselves, but the challenge of doing life with others is far more rewarding. 

    7. I've never been so grateful for a car. 

    We've lived without one before both in England in 2013 and most of our time in Redding, CA, but not having a car with a kid is far more difficult. It was only a little over a month we didn't have one, but that's definitely not something I'm going to volunteer for in the future. It's still not quite as good as it could be since we bought a manual engine, and I can only drive an automatic, so it's not like I can hop in the car by myself or anything. Basically, this time here is definitely bringing my lack of skills to the surface! But I can either let them be or do something about them. The language thing isn't as easy, but driving a manual is something for the 2017 resolution list for sure! 

    8. My kid is amazing. 

    Talitha — she's seriously the best. Yes, she has moments where she's crying because she can't have something, and she's getting harder to take shopping since she's always wanting to move and go and play and pick up everything. (When did I get a toddler?!) Also, going to sleep at night lately has become a drawn out exercise in increasing mommy and daddy's patience levels. She weaned herself from nursing to sleep, but she wants extra (and extra and extra) cuddles before finally falling off to sleep. But to put it all in perspective, to know she's also had to leave everthing (and everyone) she knew behind, and to see her do it while still keeping such an open heart to everything, smiling and playing as if nothing were different, it makes me smile. I know she's a baby, and their adaptability is off the charts, but there are so many other ways this could have gone, right? It's like seeing her happy and well lets me know that we haven't screwed up massively. I just mean that from a parent's perspective, it seems that if your child is struggling, you sort of know that something is wrong and things need to change, that it's your responsibility (and honor) to make things better for them. What I guess I'm saying is that Talitha has made it easy for us to follow our hearts so far, and it's the combination of God's grace and her awesome personality, I think. One day when she's older, I can't wait to thank her for being a pretty chill baby and send her on adventures of her own.


  • Ch Ch Ch Changes

    It's that time again — we're moving! If you've followed our journey the past few years, you know we've moved to England, California, and back to North Carolina all since 2013. After getting pregnant in Cali, the plan was always to move back to NC to spend the first year of our daughter's life in my home state before moving back to England. 

    From our 6 months in the UK in 2013, we felt a keen desire and pull to move back as soon as possible to spend a bigger chunk of our lives in the place where David is from after spending most of our marriage living in the US. However, we're heading to Germany for four months first. What? Why? you may ask. 

    Well, immigration ain't easy. As is, I can only be in England as a "tourist" for up to 6 months. Even as an English citizen's spouse and mother to an already dual-citizen little girl, there are stipulations for my up and moving to England. Isn't it odd that David and Talitha could go straight there to live no questions asked, but throw me into the equation, and the requirements are these: David's income would have to be over $23,000/year (equivilent to £18,000) for at least 6 months prior to our move and he'd have to already have a job secured and waiting for him in England upon arrival. These income requirements don't even take into account my own job and earnings or ability to work via internet once in England, which to be honest, isn't at all fair to me, but nonetheless, that's how it goes. When we were making our plans, we realized it could take longer than we were willing to wait for David to meet those requirements. So we sought out another way. 

    Despite the UK's recent vote to leave the European Union (which hasn't gone into effect yet), David is still a citizen of the EU, and each country has its own laws concerning spousal immigration. Germany will accept me into their country on account of being David's wife, and I can apply to be a German resident. Once I have that, and we establish a "center of life" in Germany for at least three months, the British immigration office will look at me completely differently (as a resident of Europe instead of just an American). I'll be allowed in for longer than just the 6 months and able to then apply for British residency. 

    So why Germany? Two reasons. During our first year in California, we shared a house with a German couple our age who became some of our dearest friends from our time in Redding. Seriously, they are pure gold. They've moved back to their hometown in Germany and opened up a cafe as well as had their first child this summer. So, we're excited to move to Duisburg, which is in the midwestern part of Germany (about 2 hours from Amsterdam), and to share life in community with them for a little while. David will be helping in any way he can at the cafe and/or seeking employment elsewhere, and I'll resume my writing for Romper whilst doing the mama thing with my sweet friend and her newborn. The other reason Germany was so appealing is that David is practically fluent in German, so that makes one of us that speaks the language. I've been told English is very common, but I'm eager to pick up some useful German phrases — and it's certainly possible that Talitha will, too! — even though I'm a little nervous about the language barrior. I'm sure I'll learn a thing or two about patience having to have things translated for me often, but living in a new culture is always an adventure I'm excited to take.

    The plan is to head to England in late February 2017 to most likely Ramsgate where David's family lives. Our church there that we made such a connection with (we love you, New Life-ers!) is in the next town along the coast just 10 minutes away, so it's possible we could end up there or anywhere in the surrounding area really. David isn't sure what type of job he'll look for or take once there, but we're open to lots of things, and I'm very grateful I can take my writing job with me whereever. We're just excited to plug into the church, do life with David's family for a while, and essentially spend a chunk of life in David's home country.

    Our timeframe is loose, but we're ready to stay somewhere longer than a year and 8 months, which is the longest we've stayed in a place since early 2013. But we can't say we'll exactly settle either, because how can you when you have family and friends in two countries? We think the longest we'll stay is around 5 years, but the idea is to take it one year at a time. We are eager to have another child as well, so once in England and by next Spring, I'd love to become pregnant again. Our life goal is to remain living a simplistic lifestyle, to refrain from accumulation of material things, and to always be ready for change. Travel, new places, a sense of adventure — probably turning out to be the DNA of our little Drozdowski clan. 

    When we leave on Monday, Oct 3, we are flying to LA where we'll have an overnight stay with my cousin who lives there, and then we'll drive up to Redding to visit Bethel Church and our friends there for a week. Then, we'll make the drive back to LA for a brief visit with my cousin again and fly out from there to Europe. As I type this, I can hardly believe it's all happening. Time is such a funny thing. Before I know it, we'll be back again, but watch this space (ok, well, really Facebook/Instagram) for everything in between. 

  • Do What You Love

    The other day I saw the phrase do what you love in one of those pretty hand-lettered Instagram posts. (Seriously, those things are everywhere, though admittedly, I post them, too.) For the first time, perhaps, I scrolled past it that particular phrase with the priviledge of thinking I actually am. 

    Getting paid to write is pretty high on most writers' lists of things to accomplish career-wise. Straight after writing the great American novel of course. In my wildest dreams come true, I've done both now. Well, almost. Having a baby sort of halted the novel thing. But I am getting paid to write about things I enjoy, and amazingly, the company I write for "had a baby" right about the same time I did — creating a sister site all about millennial motherhood — so I also get to write about the tiny person I made who is easily my most prominent thought on any given day. 

    But it's not just about getting paid to do what I love. There's this big, wide, and often times unforgiving Internet that can read my words. If there was ever a dream in my heart to be influential — and there always was — this is it. As a wise woman told me last year when all this kicked off for me, though, this is only the beginning. 

    And it's true, because a year after the writing gig happened for me, a couple of friends and I have launched our own online magazine dedicated to doing what we love: supporting women in their God-journey and creating a place for their voices. Find us here

    Before the paychecks and whatever notoriety, though, do what you love now. Do it when no one is watching. There are countless blogs I wrote that were never read. Countless times I sat at my computer typing away for no one but myself.

    The point is investing in yourself will surely produce fruit down the road. And the wait can be just as much a part of the glory of the prize as the actual fulfillment of your dream. Just start doing. 

    And never quit.