Parti-time in Berlin has ended and I am somewhat relieved---as is, I'm sure, my liver.
I've begun to eat groceries instead of mysterious rotating meats.
I've spent an inordinate amount of time watching 30 Rock online.
I've started using weird German grout that comes in large toothpaste tubes.
I've said goodbye to all my transient friends now.
I might start teaching a business English class once a week in Frankfurt.
I'm growing up! In Deutschland! And growing out, German food is like a potato Hindenburg in your stomach every day.