Hi everyone, 

Missed me? No? I think the only one who actually missed me on this blog is, well, me. 

It feels great getting back to writing after being away for such a long time. What I’m coming back with is a short message from what I’m calling a “Serial Procrastinator” – aka myself. I guess this is more of a piece to say to myself, rather than to you. But since I’ve made the decision to not hide behind my walls as much and try to really work on the things that I love, here’s a little text for you all. 

My dearest readers, 

As promised, I bring forth a type of “guide” to studying in Germany for international students. While most facts in this post are related to Berlin and come from personal experience, many of the tips are also pertinent for other cities in Germany as well. I have researched long and hard before choosing Berlin, and I will try to include as much information as I can. 

A written assignment for a class, that I thought I’d share with the world<3

From a very young age, we are encouraged to think about our future profession, specifically answers to the question “What do you want to be when you grow up?”.  We are exposed to a variety of professions, such as firefighters, doctors, teachers and the like. Finding the right path to take is often regarded as a crucial task in the beginning of one’s career, a door to your future grown self, so to say. But what we are rarely taught is that it is quite alright to not be fully engrossed in a profession that you have chosen. It is possible to change careers, courses of study, experiment and try out different adventures until you find something that resonates with your passions and desires. Such a change simply needs courage.

Dajë,

Shkove.
Bora të mori.
Shkove duke bërë atë që të kënaqte më së shumti.

Tri imazhe janë të gdhendura në mendjen time… titulli i lajmit “Djali i Nexhat Dacit vdes nga orteku i borës”, trupi yt kur të sollëm në shtëpi, dhe çuditërisht, fytyra jote që gjithmonë qeshte. Kjo e fundit po më zbut dhimbjen, dhe po më jep arsyje të qëndroj e fortë për hirë të familjes time. Të gjithë ashtu po të kujtojnë, Ariani që gjithmonë qeshte. Ende nuk po e besoj, sepse është shumë herët. Mosbesimin tim po e shoqërojnë edhe pyetjet e shumta, përgjigjet e të cilave kurrë nuk do të zbulohen. Edhe ato janë të heshtura përgjithmonë nga bora, të mbuluara aq shumë sa që askush nuk do të mund të i gjejë.