I was that Girl

Miranda and Charlotte when they first arrived in the city (and now their sneakers and socks are back in for SS15) . . . google image search
Miranda and Charlotte when they first arrived in the city (and now their sneakers and socks are back in for SS15) . . . google image search

In the Bushnell novels, her characters at times lament on the girls they used to be when they first arrived in the big city. The girl in the rain wearing heels at midnight, unable to hail a cab after yet another party and so she walks the blocks back home alone.

Although I haven’t made it or conquered Berlin by any means, I also at times look around me and see the girl I used to be.

The girl in the cafe with her German tandem partner mispronouncing every other German word, especially when the vowels change for plurals.

The girl walking into the Weinerei as if it is the coolest wine bar in Berlin. So much of my Berlin life happened there, milestones.

The girl carrying all those books, all the way to Dahlem Dorf, as if that manual labor was going to take her somewhere.

In the Bushnell novels, failing or losing your job in NYC means an immediate transplant back to the hinterlands (anywhere but NYC) no matter how old you are, it could be at 40 or 50. Whereas Berlin gives the failed and unemployed chance after chance, its special and kind in that way. As my anti-friend says, “If you can’t make it in Berlin, you can’t make it anywhere.”

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