Memoirs of a schwul in Berlin.

Ok so I've temporarily given up my life in Dublin to reside in Berlin for the summer, Annemarie has kindly allowed me to stay with her for a few weeks & Ciaran arrives this weekend , a few days later due to the fact his passport was robbed. I'm living in a cute apartment on the top floor in potsdam 20 minutes from Berlin city centre.

I'm completly in love with Germany and the language but the people talk so fast and every word is about 15 letters long. This is the first time in my life I'm truly lost in translation, I sit and smile and input any word I know, but with the help of Annemarie and co I should be proficient in no time. Annemarie introduced me to some of her friends yesterday at this cute barbeque and we got on perfectly, I'm looking forward to getting close with them.

Also I'm really missing the gang and the boyfriend a lot, but most of all I miss my Mum, I'm so used to seeing her every Sunday, but through the beauty of skype all that should change.

I'll post pics of my first few days here soon.

Tschüs.