most of the people online don’t know that I am not originally from Germany. Originally, I’m from Croatia but I moved to Germany in the summer of 2014. I’ve decided to make a story series about it and explain why and how I’ve moved, and also a little bit about my life here. So why did I decide to move 1700km away from my home in the land that I didn’t know almost anything about? Let’s start the story!
The story starts at the end of my high school; I’ve just done entrance exams and had to decide which university I wanted to pick out of my top 10. In that moment, I listened to the outer world and went with the university that was my on my last place and where I’ve barely gotten in. Two years have passed by and I was unhappy. I was doing the 1st year for the second time in the row and I couldn’t take it anymore. My mental health was suffering so much. I quitted university around April of 2012.
For the next two years, I’ve applied for different jobs but I wasn’t lucky. I don’t know how much you know about Croatia but it is, sadly, very corrupted country. You either have to have a good connections or a lot of money to get a job. I / my parents didn’t have anything of those. At the same time, my mom has gotten sick and I was the one to drive her to all of her appointments so it was a blessing in disguise that I couldn’t get a job. I didn’t enjoy not having a job; it made me fight with my dad a lot, it affected me mentally. I really didn’t know what to do with myself and I couldn’t really let my parents pay me for everything. Even if I wanted to go and drink coffee with my friends, I had to ask my parents for money.
After two years, I was having enough. One day, I was browsing the website of our job center and there was a small tiny ad about Germany offering the apprenticeship to Croatians. The job selection wasn’t the biggest but there was a hairdresser apprenticeship and I decided to apply for that, only because of one reason; with 14, I’ve wanted to go to the cosmetic school and learn how to be a hairdresser. Opportunity opened itself and I would even be paid for the apprenticeship. I applied and seriously forgot that I did it. I told my parents but they didn’t believe that I would do it, especially my dad.
With 22, I didn’t want to be depend on my parents to buy me everything. I wanted to earn my own money and if that meant that I have to move, I will move. That was my way of thinking. I didn’t really think much about how hard it will be and what will it all bring. I just wanted to have a better life for myself. And now, almost 6 years later, I don’t regret moving.
About how I came to Germany, you can read in part 2 of this series soon.
Love and light,