COMING TO BERLIN
Coming to Berlin was not what I expected at all. The journey started long before I arrived in Germany. It started at home, packing my life into three suitcases. Yes, three. One suitcase was filled with clothes and essentials. Another held personal belongings that felt impossible to leave behind. And somewhere between them, I packed Kenyan tea because I love my tea, especially for breakfast. Looking back, it sounds funny, but it felt completely normal. When you're leaving home and you don't know when you'll return, you hold on to the little things that remind you of who you are. My flight was at 2 a.m. Saying goodbye to my family that night was harder than I expected. There wasn't much left to say because the reality of leaving had already settled in. Still, walking through the airport knowing I was about to move thousands of kilometers away felt surreal. My first stop was Istanbul. I remember arriving at the airport and being amazed by how huge it was. I walked through...
