This is the story of my life, from birth (can't really remember that, or the next few year that follow this event) to today:
I was born on February 25, 1984; it was a leap year, and my
grandparents' greatest fear was that I would be born on the 29th. I grew
up in small-town Germany and suppose it was quite a normal childhood,
apart from the fact that I was a loner. Right in the middle of an infamous party streak, graduated school better than
expected and moved out from home to go to college at 19. I studied
languages to be a translator and interpreter; I love languages, their
dynamics and ideosyncracies (maybe I'm just in love with words in
general, since I've been an avid reader since I've learned how to read).
When I was 21, my life changed profoundly, when I met my fuure husband.
Five months later we were married and another three months after that,
just two days after graduating college, we were on our way to our new life in the US. I was an Army wife for a little over 2 years, when
my husband chose me and our newborn daughter over the military and quit
his service. We moved to our home-at-heart, Seattle but after finding out
that we expected another baby, we decided to move back to Germany for
the benefit of our family. I found a job with the company I've always
dreamed of working for within weeks of our arrival. It's been three
years, and we've become settled and building our home here. I guess
we've finally arrived.