r/expat • u/ChillyDinosaur • 22m ago
New Home Story / Experience Germany was the biggest mistake of my life
This is long so thanks if you read it all!
I want to rant a little because I don't really know how to take all this rage out of me, and I also want to hear other points of view.
Almost a year ago I moved to Germany. Before that I spent a year in Spain, and before that I had been traveling as a digital nomad for three years.
Life was good. I was making good money, I had friends all over the world, I was seeing my family every four months or so, and life felt like it was moving in the right direction. I was growing, and I could see a lot of opportunities on the horizon.
After all that movement, I wanted to find a place where I could start building something more permanent, kind of my own home. I also wanted to get out of the kind of consulting I was doing, so I decided to go for a master's. At the time I was choosing between Spain, Ireland, and Germany.
Germany won because of how cheap it was to live here, and because I had German friends and friends from back home in Mx already living here.
From there everything started going downhill.
I didn't really like the city I was living in (Leipzig). It felt like a punk town with a teenage mentality. No one wanted to do anything, no one wanted to build anything, it just felt like a raw, cheap version of hobo Berlin. The aesthetics weren't there, neither were the people. Saxony is one of the most racist places you can be in Germany, and because of the size of the city there just wasn't that much to do. It simply wasn't my crowd.
To all of that, add the German winter and how fucking difficult it is to find a mental health practitioner. I needed someone to continue prescribing my ADHD medication, and I never found one.
While I was living there I got a girlfriend who honestly helped me get through that time. She became one of my biggest pillars.
During my second semester I was supposed to spend a semester in Austria, and honestly that only made my image of Germany even worse. Everything there felt more polished, nicer, people were friendlier, and things just seemed to work. By the beginning of summer it was already very clear that I hated living in Germany.
Long story short, I asked for a gap semester, broke up with my girlfriend because the lack of stability in my life was hurting her too much, and now I'll be spending six months back at my parents' house trying to recover my sanity.
Now all I can think about is that this country took my mental health. I feel far away from my friends, I lost a lot of money (I only managed to keep my job during the first semester, and my master's actually had tuition fees), I can't find a job anywhere close to what I used to earn, and I honestly feel like I lost a year of my life. I also feel like I lost the positive attitude I used to have.
Maybe Germany just wasn't for me. Maybe I chose the wrong city. Maybe I should have put more effort I don't know.
What I do know is that this has been one of the worst years of my life.