First thing's first: Düsseldorf. What a city?! Die längste Theke der Welt lives up to its reputation, not as cheap or chic (shabby chic, naturally) as Berlin, but still reassuringly crazy.
Home of some of the most exciting German designers and the infamous Königsallee (the German Champs-Élysées, one could say), the style here is a bit more conservative and polished than in the capital, but still the German standard of 'no heels on a night out' is adhered to. Rubbish for us petites!
I was lucky enough to see the God of Electro, Moby himself, performing a DJ set in a gorgeous club on the Mediahafen (3001) last night, such a fabulous venue to see your hero. It's a shame that some of the company was of a poor quality (the latest non-committal boy toy being attached to the face of another, the German weirdo in specs who thought my ass was public property - makes me sick to my feminist core), but a jolly good dance followed by some lovely chats and a cup of tea remedy everything, and today is so much brighter.
The weather has been, until now, remarkably nice and I've been able to crack out my favourite summer dresses, including the fabulous red check vintage number I picked up for a few Euros in Paris and rehemmed to within an inch of its life. Photos to follow soon I'm sure.
I'm really so thankful I've been able to have this experience. If you'd have told me a year ago that my life would be so varied, I would've told you where to go. Just this week, I have a date with a handsome German planned and a trip to my second Heimat, Berlin to hang out with old friends and make some plans for my eventual move there after my graduation. I also bought a maxi-dress. That fits. Oh my Lady Gaga.
Be good to each other people, I miss you all so much but this is the best thing I could've ever done. Truly blessed right now.
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