I could move to a small town and say my name was stacy

And so I arrive in Berlin. 

A year ago I would never have guessed that I would be able to scribble down Berlin as my hometown. A year ago I would never have thought these streets would lead me to the red door with the golden door knob that needs a pull whilst turning the key and then a push to open and reveal the white painted apartment which I now call home. I wake up staring through the window at the ivy coated wall, listening to the floor boards as they moan when L pass by the room. When people ask for my address, I now say Prenzlauer Berg - Berlin.

Walking around, hours after hours, was my main occupation during those first days upon arriving to the capital of Germany.