Or: Leaving Germany – again? For good? Whatever
Yes, I’ve gone and done it again – moved my family to a different country. Or should I say back to an old country? I’ve moved from Germany to the UK again, a country which I left in 2002, almost exactly ten years ago, to move to the US. I arrived as an undergraduate student then and ended up doing my PhD here. In some ways, during this period before I have my family here (we are still in the process of moving), I’ve almost been feeling thrown back to those days: shared accommodation, a desk in an office that was built as a lab, the new-ness and uncertainty and excitement that comes with such a big move and a new job.. and I feel that I am back in a more academic environment again, here at the European Bioinformatics Institute in Hinxton (near Cambridge).
Plus I have only public transportation and my feet to get me around. Take that, my determination to explore my new surroundings, and consider how much I miss my family, and it might explain (somewhat) why I went on a twenty mile hike through the Essex countryside last weekend. It was excellent, and I’m glad I did, because this was just one of the things I saw:
So it’s England – again for me, the first time for my family. We’ll have it good here. And no, I’m not planning on repeating the sequence again.. (Germany -> UK -> US -> Germany -> UK…).
However… even though I should be used to it, this still somehow makes me nervous: