November has always been an important month for Munich Again. November 22nd 2014 is when i published a picture of me on my blog for the first time, and got viral. On November 25th, I changed my Tumblr name from āthequeenstonā to āmunichagainā, and it marks the moment I āprofessionalizedā my blog. It was not a typical fan blog anymore. It was content-oriented. For my readership. Less than a month later I was interviewed on German radio. This period was the peak of the obsession, fueled by playful nerds overseas, that found the whole ordeal quite funny and refreshing.
A year later, in November 2015, I came to Munich for three months, with an empty credit card and a lot of wounds to heal. I started that trip with the idea that I would write the whole time, make a live-in-the-city blog about the nightlife, use my āfameā to promote unknown bands, and so on. Little did I know, I would get too close and personal. The creative residency lasted for a good month, and after, it was writerās block. I got caught in the trap of the subculture, which is : Keep it to yourself, because anyway the only people it interests are those that were there. And if you missed the thing, youāre at fault. Itās a VIP thing, you know.
November 2016 : I moved to Munich. With even more wounds to heal as the year before, some of them raw and deep. I came over this time around with a loaded credit card. I still hadnāt managed to get back on my feet after the last two trips (yeah I did a quickie to Germany in July too). I came ill-prepared, and relied on the kindness and desire to help of people close to me. I still do actually. But I understand much more about the structures of my new country now, and how to survive in them.
In November 2017, after nearly a year of weekly bookings in Rote Sonne, everything is once again uncertain : the concert series are not viable anymore. To have weekly underground booking in a techno club sounded like a idealistic avenue, and it was. To bring ideals to completion, one needs a lot of money. Talking about money, I was still not allowed to work. And even if my German was getting better, I still could not form full sentences. Oh, and I stopped smoking. A year of pushing away pain, and keeping anxiety under control, because itās still full-blown survival mode.
We are now five years later, in November 2018. I just found a full-time job in Germany. My German is ok, my financial situation is less of a catastrophe and more of a work-in-progress. For the first time since what feels like two hundred years, I feel lighter. Thereās solutions ahead. And beauty. And I finally decided to end a three years long Schreibblockade by committing myself to put down this whole story on paper. Because an enormous part of it is still untold.
Oh and thereās two fucking great concerts coming up too.
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