Back in Munich

What can I say, I grew up here. ..

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The thing about hometowns is that even if you hate them and never want to live there again, you cannot really hate them. Too many memories, first loves, celebrated friendships, all those experiences and just a really big part of your life and how it shaped you, took place there. Hometowns are places to go back to when you want to reminiscence.  

My hometown is Munich, capital of Bavaria, a former southern kingdom of Germany. Home of the most famous Octoberfest and even more famous FC Bayern Munich. Munich people tend to like a posh lifestyle, because it's a posh city. I just never felt like I belonged. All those Woolrich jackets in Winter and visible Tiffany's Necklaces in summer. 

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My mom still lives here and she's living a good life but after 8pm it gets so lame, you never really want to go anywhere. I don't want to go to bars and talk to opinionated people who think Munich is better than Berlin. I don't want to get drunk on wine and champaign and act all fancy and sophisticated. It's simply not my thing. But what I do love about Munich, it's so clean and pretty and it makes you feel safe. We have amazing and beautiful architecture, the most amazing summers with the best beer by the Isar or in the English Garden, and in winter we have Christmas markets and all around the year there is a reason to get drunk.

That's my hometown pretty much and I'm glad to be back but I also can't wait to be back in Berlin.