Life in California

How to Stay Fit On a Budget in California

September 5, 2018 by Anne-Kathrin Leave a Comment

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HOW TO STAY FIT ON A BUDGET IN CALIFRONIA

I think we can all agree that California is home to some of the fittest people on earth. Especially during summer time I am constantly reminded of how great in shape many Southern California residents are. Strutting their stuff on beach boardwalks all around the regions constantly inspires and motivates me to live healthier in regards to my nutrition and fitness.

By no means am I intending to become the female version of a young Arnold Schwarzenegger during his Mr. Universe days, but I am striving to become leaner and healthier all around. While there is definitely no shortage of exercise possibilities thanks to hundreds and hundreds of gyms, Yoga Studios, Cycle Bars etc., it can get costly as some memberships have high fees. [Read more…] about How to Stay Fit On a Budget in California

What I Learned From Living Seven Years in California

August 15, 2018 by Anne-Kathrin Leave a Comment

WHAT I LEARNED FROM LIVING SEVEN YEARS IN CALIFORNIA

Last month, I celebrated my seven year anniversary of living in Huntington Beach. It has been quite a journey composed of a lot of learning and self development. Today, I am a much happier and self-accepting person than I was when I arrived in Southern California.

I believe that life is a continuous ‘work in progress’ with never ending life lessons that challenge us. In the end, it all depends on what we make out of and take away from them. I had a really hard time in the beginning when I moved out here, not really knowing anyone and trying to adapt to a new culture. [Read more…] about What I Learned From Living Seven Years in California

My Internship with CBS – Part One

August 31, 2016 by Anne-Kathrin Leave a Comment

My Internship with CBS – Part One

I have always been a fan of television and movies since I was a little girl. Watching Saturday morning cartoons while my parents were preparing breakfast belonged to my childhood ritual. Throughout my teenage years, I went to the movies with friends almost every weekend. During the week, I kept up with my go-to soap operas before ending the day. Back then it didn’t really occur to me to pursue a career in entertainment, it was more leisure for me after a long day of school, homework, and activities.

That changed though when I was about to transfer from Community College to California State University, Fullerton a couple years ago. One of the assignments in my English Writing course required us students to write a compare and contrast essay, in which we were supposed to compare two potential transfer universities with each other. I decided to look more into the Cal State schools in my surrounding neighborhoods and wrote about Long Beach and Fullerton.

Back then, I was still a Business Administration major and, therefore, looked into the specific programs this major had to offer. One thing that caught my attention was the fact that Fullerton offered the concentration Entertainment and Tourism. Since I experienced the business studies so far as pretty dry, I had the impression that this concentration could put a fun twist on the profession. But during the following semester I realized that this area was not supposed to be my path, and I changed my major to Communications with a concentration in Public Relations.

For a little while, I put the thought of working in entertainment to rest, solemnly focusing on getting good grades. But my time to shine finally came during my last semester. The last course I needed to be able to graduate was the Internship course. Not exactly knowing which particular field of PR I desired to approach, I applied to several positions in different fields such as nonprofit, entertainment, tourism and fashion. After applying for more than a month with not much success, I just prayed to get something just to be able to fulfill my graduation requirements.

Finally, in early December, I received a call from my school for an event planning internship with one of the university’s professors who was looking for a German-speaking intern. The informational interview went really well, and I was just happy to have an outlook for something. The professor told me she would get back to me the next couple days after conducting additional interviews.

That same night, I received an email from CBS, which I had applied to a while ago and totally forgotten about it. The email stated that I had been chosen for a phone interview. Needless to say, I was majorly excited about the possible opportunity to land a position with one of the most successful networks in the United States.

The phone interview was scheduled for Thursday. On Wednesday, I received an email from the lady that I interviewed with the day before, telling me that I got the job offer. But in that moment, I didn’t want to settle with that just so that I had something. I wanted to see if I could get my foot into the entertainment door, so I told her that I wouldn’t be able to commit until the end of the following week. She understood, but made it clear that she wanted me on board.

The next day, I was a nervous wreck, highly anticipating the phone call from CBS. At 11:30 in the morning, my phone rang, and I told myself to keep it together. And I did. In fact, after a short conversation during which I had to answer a couple of questions about my PR experiences and why I want to work in publicity, I was being invited to an actual in-house interview. I was beyond enthusiastic, being one step closer to a possible internship with a renowned company. But that is a story I will continue to tell next time…

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Anne-Kathrin Schulte, is a contributor for CaliforniaGermans.com. She writes on her personal experience of the American Dream as well as on working as an au pair in CA. She was born and grew up in Düsseldorf, Germany, where she completed her degree as a state-approved Kindergarten teacher. After her au pair engagement in the US and a quick return to Germany she decided to attend university in California and moved back to the United States. She has been living in Southern California since 2011.

If you would like to contact Anne-Kathrin, please send an email to californiagermans(at)gmail.com and place her name in the subject line.

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Adventures of a German Au Pair in the United States – Back in California Continuing the Dream

April 20, 2016 by Anne-Kathrin Leave a Comment

Continuing The Dream

After I received the “green light” for being accepted to start Community College in the fall of 2011, I was beyond thrilled and eager to get all additional necessary documentation together so that I could move back to the United States. The next big step, as with the au pair application, was to apply for a visa. This time for the F-1 student visa. So I had to head back to Frankfurt to pay the U.S. Consulate another visit, this time however with a little more apprehension than the last time since I just had lived in the United States for an extensive amount of time.

But that wasn’t the actual problem during the interview with the agent. He was more concerned about the fact that I had a male friend in Huntington Beach, the city I was planning on moving to after I paid it a wonderful visit in the summer of 2010. I should have said “no” when the agent asked me if I knew anyone in Orange County… Unfortunately, this thought didn’t cross my mind when I was being asked that question, instantly regretting it. Oh boy, did I have to pay the price for this. I can’t even start explaining through how many different emotions I went at once: from excitement to complete terror, anxiety, nervousness, breaking out in a sweat, but trying to keep a cool face throughout the investigation. I was being bombarded with accusations that the guy I knew was my boyfriend. When I answered the question with an honest “no,” I was accused of wanting to marry the guy. Another straight “no” from my side for that one.

Next was the question if it would be a family member of mine. Again, “no.” The tip of the iceberg was when he asked me if I was perhaps pretending for the guy to be my father, but secretly being a guy I was about to marry. It was beyond strange, and all I intuitively wanted to do was to yell at the officer, which would have definitely cost me my visa. Therefore, I answered all questions in a calm manner, even though my hopes of receiving a visa at that certain time and day vanished more and more by the minute. Inside of me I saw my dream of moving back to the U.S. fall apart, until I heard the male voice saying:”Your visa got approved, Ma’am.” I was in shock. “Really, are you sure?” I wanted to reply, but instead I just said “Thank you!” and left the building with my documents as fast as I could.

Outside of the consulate I took a deep breath of relief, having just survived the most terrifying investigation. On my way back to Düsseldorf from Frankfurt I kept recalling the conversation and couldn’t believe I received the approval. Never in a million years would I ever again tell an immigration officer that I know a male friend in the United States, even if it is totally harmless.

After I recovered from this scenario, I realized that I just hit another major personal milestone in my life: I was really going to move back to the United States, this time Southern California. Once I booked my flight for July 21, 2011, it became even more real. During the last months in Germany I tried to spend as much time as I could with family and friends, especially because this time, my stay in the U.S. would be much longer. But I was ready to get out of Europe and live in a culture that I believe is much more suited for me.

Forwarding to spring 2016 I can say that I am living my personal dream. It wasn’t always easy, I have to be honest, because coming to the United States as an international student is a whole different experience than being here as an au pair. It took me a while to make good friendships with genuine people. Don’t get me wrong, many people were super friendly right from the beginning, but not many of those people I met at first were really standing up to their word of helping me out. I became more careful of whom to trust, but in the end it all paid off. I cannot imagine to ever move back to Europe. I am in love with my life by the beach and being active. I picked up paddleboarding last year, and it has become one of my greatest passions.

As for my professional career, things are looking pretty good. I will be graduating from one of the best schools with a Bachelor’s Degree in Communications in May. I am currently working for a television network in Los Angeles, doing a publicity internship and getting to know more about the work world. My work permit is in process, and I am looking for a job after college. Life has treated me pretty well, and I am beyond appreciative that I had the chance to come back to America to live my own personal American Dream. And so far, I refuse to wake up…

To be continued…
(Next Wednesday: Read the last segment of Kathrin’s adventures who is now back in CA )
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Disclaimer: Names in the story may have been changed to protect people’s privacy
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Anne-Kathrin Schulte, is a contributor for CaliforniaGermans.com. She writes on her personal experience of the American Dream as well as on working as an au pair in CA. She was born and grew up in Düsseldorf, Germany, where she completed her degree as a state-approved Kindergarten teacher. After her au pair engagement in the US and a quick return to Germany she decided to attend university in California and moved back to the United States. She lives in Southern California since 2011.

If you would like to contact Anne-Kathrin, please send an email to californiagermans(at)gmail.com and place her name in the subject line.

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Adventures of a German Au Pair in the United States – Finding a Way Back to the U.S.

April 13, 2016 by Anne-Kathrin Leave a Comment

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Working My Way Back to the United States

My au pair time was officially over. The realization hit me every day I was living back in Germany. Even though I had started a new job as a kindergarten teacher that kept me pretty busy, I found myself reminiscing at least once a day about my life in California. I missed it so much!

I felt bad about it because I was finally close to my best friends and family again, but then again my au pair stay had changed me and my life forever. I had fallen in love with traveling the world, and even though I hadn’t been really good with settling in other places before my cultural exchange, my desire to leave Europe and immigrate somewhere far away grew ever bigger after my U.S. stay. I am not the only person that felt like that; many of my au pair friends experienced this kind of travel fever. Some of them eventually became flight attendants for long distance flights, just to get out of Germany every so often. Even I applied for a position as a flight attendant once while being back in Europe.

It happened in late 2010 when I had worked for more than a year in the kindergarten institution where I had been responsible for taking care of children between the ages of 7 months and 6 years. Even though no one day was the same at work, I felt like I needed a break from my routine. I was so very hungry for traveling on a consistent basis, specifically long distance, but it was just too costly to do so only for leisure. Therefore, I looked up long distance flight attendant positions one night and found an opening for a well-known German airline. With no hesitations, I instantly applied, hoping to hear back from the company anytime soon. My prayers were heard; I received an email with an invitation to a telephone interview. I was beyond thrilled, imagining myself being up in the clouds already. But, as life usually goes, all came different.

One night in December 2010, my dad approached me. In general this wasn’t really surprising since he usually liked to lecture me every once in a while about my life and the choices I made, but this time it was different. I had been living with my parents since I had moved back from the United States due to the fact that I was unsure of where my future would take me. So until I had figured that out I could stay with them. On this particular night then, my father came all the way up to my room, mentioning he wanted to talk to me. All I thought at that moment was ‘Oh great, not another lecture I don’t want to hear at the moment.’ But he actually was about to nail it this time. Without hesitation, he told me that he had noticed my being so unhappy for most of the time, and he wanted to know why. So I told him straight to his face that I hated being back and I didn’t feel at home in Europe anymore! I know those were harsh words that I threw at my father’s face, but I had been frustrated for a while with living back in Germany, with no clue how I could make my way back to the U.S..

To my surprise, my dad was very understanding, and we had a really good conversation. I told him that I knew that one of the ways of going back to the United States was to attend college there, which I had thought of for a while since I wasn’t very happy in my profession as a kindergarten teacher. My father told me that if that was what I really wanted, he would help me make my dream a reality. But he had one condition: I had to find a college major that would guarantee me a good career. I cannot describe how relieved I was, first about having opened up to my dad and second of course about his response. I instantly started researching schools in the Orange County area, specifically around Huntington Beach since I had been there on vacation in 2010 and had fallen in love with the laid-back lifestyle.

I eventually found a college in Fountain Valley that I liked. Over the next couple of days I gathered the paperwork together that I needed for the application and started filling it out. I was super anxious when I did that because I was afraid that one piece of the wrong information would mess up all my chances of getting into college in the United States. But luckily, my story had a happy ending. In April 2011, when I was in Huntington Beach on vacation, I stopped by the college to ask them about my application process. When the lady at the counter told me that I had been accepted to start attending school in the fall of 2011, I was beyond happy. I was finally about to work my way back to the U.S., and this time, hopefully, without ever having to leave again…

To be continued…
(Next Wednesday: Read about Kathrin’s “living her dream” since being back in California)
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Adventures of a German Au Pair in the United States – My Life Back in Germany

April 6, 2016 by Anne-Kathrin Leave a Comment

My Life Back in Germany After a Grand Welcome Back

It was bittersweet touching ground in Germany after an almost 12 hour flight. On the one hand, I was of course excited to see my family and friends again after more than a year away. But, on the other hand, I was already homesick for California. But for now I tried to keep a positive attitude and just enjoy seeing everybody. And boy, did I see everybody! I mean, I knew that my parents were going to be there to pick me up, but I didn’t expect quite the entourage they had in tow with them.

Before I was able to see everyone however I had one major challenge to face. A challenge, that every au pair I talked to had: going through German customs after a year of living in the United States. Man, was I nervous once I had my four pieces of luggage loaded onto my cart! I for sure believed that the customs officers would pull me over after seeing what I came back home with. “Stay cool, they might not even notice you,” I kept telling myself. But, yeah, how would they not notice me pushing a cart with all these suitcases piled up. I reminded myself not to look at their faces when passing the officers. I kept looking straight ahead and just smiled, and “tadaa”!, I made it successfully through the customs without anyone going through my luggage.

I instantly relaxed after this burden fell of my shoulders and marched ahead towards the sliding doors that would open up to the arrival area. Well, what can I say…, before I was able to spot anyone I just heard loud yelling from a crowd of people that came from the area I was supposed to go to. I heard familiar voices especially my dad’s, who always loved to sing the loudest back in the days when we all went to church together, so it wasn’t hard to identify his voice throughout all the yelling, and when I eventually turned my head toward the loud crowd’s direction, I spotted a whole bunch of familiar faces.

I can barely remember how many of my closest friends and family actually made the effort to show up at the airport to welcome me, but I was positively overwhelmed with such an amazing turnout. These people all just had come out because of me, me ‘little’ Kathrin who just got back from a longer trip to the U.S. I am not going to lie though; it felt really good to be the center of such attention once, just as if I had landed from a successful exploration trip to the moon or something like it. Once I pushed the luggage cart towards where all the yelling and cheering came from, I finally realized that actually over sixteen people of my family and friends had gathered at the airport and waited for me to come through those sliding doors. I was so happy to see all those faces and couldn’t wait to tell them about my adventures at my “Welcome home” party my parents threw for me that afternoon.

On the 15 minute car ride to my parents’ home I was excited to see what might have changed in my hometown since I had left more than a year ago. But, to my honest surprise, not much had actually changed. It dawned on me that while I had certainly grown up more throughout my au pair experience it didn’t mean that everything else in life had gone through changes as well. The streets of Düsseldorf still mainly looked the same, and so did the house I grew up in. This wasn’t a bad thing, I just kind of expected or rather had waited for things to be different since my own life had changed so drastically.

Once we arrived at the house I had grown up in, I let go of those thoughts and just enjoyed having good German cake while catching up with friends and family. Despite the jet lag I made it through the day until the evening before I fell into bed and was fast asleep. The next couple of days went by pretty quickly. I met with all my friends who couldn’t be at the airport when I arrived and just had a great time catching up. But soon I realized that this wasn’t California anymore, and I had to get back on my feet. Deep in my heart I was so homesick for the United States that I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it for long here in Europe. But at that moment, I had no idea of how I would be able to move back to the United States.

Once I started to fully understand that , I fell into a big hole. I started being miserable and couldn’t find the motivation to apply for jobs. I kept complaining to my friends until one of them gave me the kick in the butt I needed at that time. She was the one telling me to start applying now and that she wouldn’t want me to come up with any more excuses. At that same moment, she brought out her computer and told me: “Here you go; you won’t leave my house until you drafted an application and a resume.” And boy, did she mean that! She was sitting with me all afternoon and night, helping me to get back on my feet. And thanks to her and her support, I was able to find a job as a kindergarten teacher in less than a week. I knew that this wasn’t supposed to be my “last chapter in life” yet , but for now I had to settle until I was able to continue living my American Dream.

To be continued…
(Next Wednesday: Read about Kathrin’s search to find a way back to to a life in the United States)
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Adventures of a German Au Pair in the United States – Time to Return to Germany

March 30, 2016 by Anne-Kathrin 1 Comment

My Last Three Weeks in California

The day that I had highly anticipated for over a month finally came – I could pack my bags and leave New York for good. Even though it had been a time filled with lots of frustration and discomfort, it had also taught me to not give up and that what “doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Safe to say, I was more than ready to leave and fly back to my happy place California. I was excited for the sunshine, my friends, and, of course, my host family. But before I actually made it on the plane back to “freedom”, I had one more sleepless night in Brooklyn, followed by a 5 am pickup that drove me to the airport, where I then had to repack my luggage since two of my bags were too heavy. Agh! Back in those days one could check two bags for free and also bring two carry-ons. I looked like one of those poor donkeys that have to carry people’s luggage up on mountains and along trails in countries like India or Latin America. After I finally went through security and boarded the plane, I felt a long-lost relief. I escaped my personal hell and was looking forward to my last three weeks in the United States.

I can’t really put into words what I felt when the plane finally touched down in San Francisco. It was like a firework of happy feelings, mixed with a little bit of anxiety since I would be living under one roof with the new nanny of my host family. I briefly had met Nell before my move to New York. She was a really nice girl, a little younger than myself, but definitely capable of filling in my spot and taking care of the kids. She herself decided to leave her previous host family because they had resided in a really bad neighborhood with lots of crime and drugs. She made a really good trade coming to Walnut Creek. And we actually became good friends during my three-week stay in California. She took me along when she was done working to meet up with her friends, and she also was so nice to drop me off at the Tattoo parlor to get my very first tattoo! I always wanted to have one, and after all I had been through those last couple months I thought it was the perfect timing to get a tattoo that has a deep, personal meaning to me.

But before all this, I was anxious to see her taking care of “my” kids. I am not going to lie, there were moments when I locked myself up in one of the bedrooms just to cry that this wasn’t my home anymore. But even though I would have been able to stay with this family instead of going to NY, the day of leaving them would have come eventually anyways. I just regretted not ending my au pair stay with them rather than moving to New York. It was what it was, and it sometimes hit me hard, but I tried to stay positive.

I don’t quite remember if someone picked me up at the airport or if I took the train down from SF airport all the way to Walnut Creek, but since I had so much luggage I believe that either my former host mom or dad came to get me. It is hard for me to remember what exactly I experienced on my first day back in California, but what I can recall is that I was so happy to see the kids again. To me, the month-and-a-half apart felt like an eternity, especially seeing baby Carol now fully capable of walking by herself when she used to scoot over the floor on her bottom before. I planned on making the most out of the last three weeks that I stayed in California, including lots of activities with the kids and meeting friends, as well as getting my long anticipated tattoo.

Just three days before I was about to leave the United States to move back to Europe, I had my tattoo appointment. Nell drove me to the parlor, leaving me there while she had to go back to work. Nervously I was waiting for my turn. I had actually been to the parlor a couple of days before my appointment to talk about the design which I had drafted on a sheet of paper: an alignment of stars and lines intertwining. To me that design meant that if someone is going through a bad time, there is always light behind the clouds. I decided to get the tattoo on my right wrist, but I was really afraid of the pain. In the end it wasn’t actually as bad as expected, and I was super happy with it once it was done.

Later that afternoon, Nell picked me up again, and we drove home together to have dinner with our host family. I was trying to hide my tattoo from them at first since they are a little conservative, but eventually my sleeve rolled up and Anne saw it. I never forget how she stared at it incredulously and said: ”Your mother is going to kill me!” I roared with laughter when she said this, but also felt so relieved that from that moment on I didn’t have to hide it anymore.

It was a good last time together with the family before I had to leave. I was dreading the day that I had to go back to the airport, I really didn’t want to go back home. On the other hand though I must say I was also excited to see my friends and family in Germany again. It was confusing… With lots of mixed feelings, I said goodbye to my host family. This time for a longer while I knew and stepped on the plane going back to Europe. I didn’t really consider Germany my home anymore, I was so happy here in California that I already started thinking about ways to come back. But that is different story I will tell another time…

To be continued…
(Next Wednesday: Read about Kathrin’s life back in Germany after her au pair experience)
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Adventures of a German Au Pair in the United States – My Time in "The City"

March 23, 2016 by Anne-Kathrin Leave a Comment

My Time in”The City” and why I’d never Move Back

The big moving day came around in late June. I can’t put it in words how weird it was to say goodbye to my California family, especially the kids. I mean, I was the one witnessing baby Carol’s first steps and words. I was the first nanny the family ever had living with them. I didn’t want to imagine some new nanny driving them to school; I wanted to be the one. But eventually, the day of “goodbye” had to come. My host dad dropped me off at San Francisco airport, where my flight was about to depart to John F. Kennedy airport, NYC. It was a tearful goodbye, but I knew in my heart that I was coming back to California to visit “my” family.

The flight to NY went pretty smoothly, and I started imagining all the fun things I would do while living in Brooklyn. But it didn’t lift me up as much as I had hoped due to the fact that, deep in my heart, I knew that I was more a California girl than one who loves living in the big city. After an almost six-hour flight, my “new” host mum picked me up at JFK to drive me back to Brooklyn. She gave me a warm welcome hug, but I didn’t click with her as much as I did with Anne. Honestly, I don’t even remember her name, or the kids’ names. That tells you a lot about how I felt about the new family, doesn’t it?

On my first night in New York I had to sleep in one of the kids’ rooms since their grandfather was visiting and was sleeping in my bedroom for one night. I didn’t care, I was tired from the long trip and just wanted to sleep.
The next morning, I slept in late due to the time change. When I got up, the house was empty. I took a glimpse into my future bedroom, and what I saw was not really pleasant. Dirt on the floor and stains on the wall (I don’t want to go into too much graphic detail, but let me tell you, my appetite was instantly gone once I saw what I saw). The next mistake I made was going into the bathroom I was supposed to share with the kids. What can I say, it was way worse than my bedroom, and I was debating if I should rather use a public restroom instead. I just thought “I cannot live here for another year, I just can’t.”

But I wanted to give it at least a chance; maybe I could get over all this, I thought. But in the end, I couldn’t. While the cleanliness of the house was one thing, the worst of all for me was that I didn’t get along with the kids at all. I was supposed to take care of three young boys, a pair of twins, who where six at that time, and a two-year-old. All three of them were still caught up with their previous nanny who had to leave them due to a family emergency. And then I came to take over, heartbroken myself that I had to leave beautiful California and move half across the country due to a decision I deeply regretted.

Screaming, insulting, and kicking were only some of the daily routine with my kids. They did not like me and, not surprisingly, I wasn’t very fond of them either. Maybe, if I had moved in with the family at a time when the boys and I would have been more open for each other, things might have turned out differently. But throughout the month-and-a-half I lived with the family, I wasn’t able to get attached to anyone at all. All I wanted was to leave. On top of all this was that I had a really hard time making new friends in the city. I made an effort to go to an au pair meeting my agency set up at a little restaurant in Brooklyn, and I met some really nice people. But it wasn’t the same as when I met Fran and Mina, and all my other Californian friends. Even though I exchanged numbers with one of the girls, I never cared to contact her. Deep inside of me I knew that I was done with New York and that I’d rather end my stay than endure this situation for another 11 months.

I remember one afternoon when my New York au pair area director came over to the house, and I told her in tears that I am not going to extend my stay any longer than till August. She was really understanding and sweet about it and as soon as I had spoken it out I felt a major relief. I only had to stay a few more weeks with this family in this dirty house until I could travel back to California for three more weeks before finally moving back to Germany.

But it was not only my new living situation that made me decide to leave New York. Even though I have to say the city is pretty fascinating and definitely has a lot to offer, it was brutal living there during the summer. I was used to the dry heat in California, whereas New York was humid and hot. On some days, it suddenly started to rain heavily, forcing me to stay inside my house when I’d rather wanted to be out and about. But that wasn’t the worst compared to how many mosquito bites I received- after only a few days of living in Brooklyn, I looked like a German Streuselkuchen, with bites all over my face, arms, and legs. Easy to say, I was not having it spending a summer in the city, missing the perfect California weather.

It was not all bad in NYC. I visited Manhattan almost every single night during my stay. I enjoyed sights such as the Empire State Building or Central Park. I also visited a couple museums and watched many movies in the theaters. But all this would have been much more fun if I had made friends. At least my good friends Mina and Fran came to visit me in the city before they were heading back to Germany after they were done with their au pair program. That was a really fun weekend with good food, good talks, and lots of laughter. For the first time since living in the city, I felt a bit of relief and could forget about the downsides. But once my friends had left, the feeling of loneliness and discomfort came straight back. I was counting the days until I could finally pack up my bags and fly back to San Francisco, where I would spend some more quality time with friends and family before moving back to Europe in September 2009.

To be continued…
(Next Wednesday: Read about Kathrin’s last few weeks back in CA)
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Adventures of a German Au Pair in the United States – Conquering American Streets

March 2, 2016 by Anne-Kathrin 3 Comments

Conquering American Streets and the Most Challenging Situation of Being a Nanny

After the first challenging days of adjusting to my new life, I started to get into the swing of things. But before my host family totally let go off the reins and let me fully take care of the kids, I had to pass the driving test, and with driving test I don’t mean the ten minute drive around the block you do with the DMV.

No, my first personal driving test in the United States included my host dad, myself, and a gigantic GMC Yukon XL Denali truck. I knew that everything in the U.S. was supposed to be bigger, but this car exceeded my expectations. “I am supposed to drive this?!” I started thinking to myself while getting behind the wheel of the gigantic driving machine. But there was no way of getting out of this since I had to drive this car in order to get the kids from A to Z and fulfill my job duties. My host dad definitely seemed to have more faith in me than I had in myself. He was pretty relaxed when he sat down on the passenger seat next to me, ready to give me my first official introduction into driving cars on the busy streets of Walnut Creek and the surrounding areas. What came to my advantage was the fact that most of the cars in the United States are automatic cars, so at least I didn’t have to be concerned about changing gears and so could keep my main focus on the street.

After Tom, my host dad, explained to me important details just as how to adjust the mirrors and how to turn the signal etc. he directed me to start the car and go on the road. I got adjusted pretty quickly to hovering the giant vehicle around, and I have to say that it felt really great since I was so high up and had a great overview of the streets. The first five minutes we drove around the quiet neighborhood, but then I had to make a right turn onto the busy main road, a three-lane street with a speed limit of 55 mph. Inside of me I was freaking out a bit, but I didn’t want my host dad to notice, so I played it cool and maneuvered the truck onto the street, which eventually led us to my host family’s kids school. After this was mastered, I was being directed further along the road until Tom advised me to turn left. I had no idea what was coming now until I noticed the sign leading to the local freeway. This time, I couldn’t hide my panic: “Are you sure you want me to go on there? I have never driven on a freeway, not to mention with a truck this big. “But Tom continued staying very relaxed, acknowledging me that I would be fine. Alright then, I thought, stepping onto the gas pedal and merging onto the first of six lanes onto the freeway. One must understand that from where I am from, freeways mainly consist of only three lanes, therefore I got a bit frantic when I had to move over all the lanes towards the most outer one on the left. But even though my pulse was probably as high as never before, I mastered this task bravely and was more than relieved when we exited.

Believing that this was the most challenging part of the driving test, I started to relax unaware that the worst was yet to come: parallel parking. My host dad directed me to a neat little street in downtown Walnut Creek with absolutely no traffic, which was definitely a plus. We found a decent sized parking spot, and with decent I mean gigantic since the truck required a little more space than the average car. I put the gear into R and started the procedure using the windows of the building on the sidewalk for help to see how much space I had left before hitting the car behind me. After regulating the car back and forth a couple of times, I finally managed to properly park the car. Inside of me I yelled, “Yes, I did it!” but on the outside I played it cool. Tom seemed to be satisfied, and as we finally drove home I sighed with relief.

The Challenges of a Nanny

The driving test turned out to be the lesser challenge compared to what I was facing in the days to come: Getting the kids used to having a nanny instead of their mom taking care of them became one of the most difficult tasks in the beginning of my stay with the family. While both girls Mary and baby Carol adjusted to me pretty quickly, even though the baby was always crying badly when her mommy had to leave the house for work, Johnny was the one who first did not want to accept the fact that this foreign person from a strange country was supposed to entertain him from now on. He was not having it with me at all! While I was trying to be patient since I understood that it wasn’t easy for him, there were moments when I just wanted to give up. Being yelled and screamed at while taking care of two other kids, one of them a little baby that had to be carried around, really took a toll on me. When he threw a shoe after me and I had to duck down under the kitchen counter, I got so upset that I had to lock myself, baby in my arms, into the laundry room for a quick second just to take a breather. That night, I sat together with the parents to discuss how we could improve the situation for everybody so that both Johnny and I wouldn’t end up having meltdowns every so often.

I have worked with kids since I was 16 years old, and I can tell you, I have seen it all. One of the most important things with children is to be patient and act as a role model, even though you sometimes just want to give up. In my situation, it all worked out well for Johnny and me in the end. We bonded over play times in the park, good German chocolate, and a vacation to Disneyland over my first Thanksgiving holiday in the United States. He has become a sweet, young gentleman and I don’t regret anything we had to go through together to finally accept and love each other.

To be continued…

(Next Wednesday: Read about Kathrin’s new life in California and her search for friends.)

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Image: I-80 Eastshore Freeway -by User Minesweeper on en.wikipedia (Minesweeper) via Wikimedia Commons

Disclaimer: Names in the story have been changed to protect people’s privacy.

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Anne-Kathrin Schulte, is a contributor for CaliforniaGermans.com. She writes on her personal experience of the American Dream as well as on working as an au pair in CA. She was born and grew up in Düsseldorf, Germany, where she completed her degree as a state-approved Kindergarten teacher. After her au pair engagement in the US and a quick return to Germany she decided to attend university in California and moved back to the United States. She lives in Southern California since 2011.

If you would like to contact Anne-Kathrin, please send an email to californiagermans(at)gmail.com and place her name in the subject line.

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Adventures of a German Au Pair in the United States – California is Calling

February 24, 2016 by Anne-Kathrin 2 Comments

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The First Weekend with My “New” Family

Having met so many wonderful fellow au pairs during my weeklong orientation in New Jersey and having made even friends with some of them, I once again had to leave my familiar surroundings and step out into the unknown. The Friday after my au pair orientation I boarded my United Airlines flight towards my final destination California. This final trip to my host family was thrilling and nerve-wracking at the same time. I was so excited to meet my new family, who I was about to spend a whole year with and experience traditional American customs like Halloween and Thanksgiving . On the other hand, I was about to step on a plane with more than a hundred strangers, who spoke a language that was not my native tongue. Even though my English by that time was fairly experienced, it was still a challenging situation, which made me feel foreign and a bit lonely. Luckily, I happened to sit next to a really nice Mexican-American man who engaged me in an entertaining conversation throughout my flight, helping me ease into speaking English even if it wasn’t all perfect.

The five-hour flight literally flew by, and as soon as we touched ground in Oakland, California, I couldn’t wait to step out of the plane and meet my host family, and yes, my new life. I walked down the terminal, and when I approached the baggage claim to pick up my suitcases, I saw a tall, teddy-bear-like guy holding a sign with hand-written letters that spelled Kathrin. “That’s me! Yes, he is waiting for me!” I though excitedly and walked straight towards him so that he would notice me. I was getting ready to shake hands with him, but instead he gave me a big welcoming hug. What a warm welcome! I was pleasantly surprised about the gesture since I had believed Americans to be even more reserved than us Germans (without meaning to stereotype here :)). He introduced himself as my host dad Tom, and after he helped me get my luggage, we made our way to the car, a real American Ford pickup truck. I was already overwhelmed with all the new impressions when we passed the San Francisco skyline on our drive home. I was instantly in love with the tall buildings and the big bridges and couldn’t wait to explore the city more during my California stay.

A new Neighborhood. A new Family.

But for now we were heading east towards Walnut Creek, a city with a population of about 64,000, located in Contra Costa County. The drive took about 30 minutes, and as soon as we entered my host family’s neighborhood, I felt a sign of relief. During orientation I had heard several horror stories about former au pairs that had to live in really bad neighborhoods, so to see the quiet, clean and neat streets was really comforting. As soon as we entered the ranch style house my host family owned, the two older kids Johnny and Mary approached me curiously but right away made me feel welcome with a big hug as well. Last came my sweet host mum Anne with nine-month-old baby Carol, looking at me with big blue eyes and smiling. I was in heaven and super happy to see how nice everyone welcomed me into their family. That day we all enjoyed a home cooked meal together, trying to get to know each other a little better and getting used to having an additional person in the household. I was the family’s first au pair, so the situation was totally new to all of us. Fighting the New York jet lag and still digesting all the new impressions, I went to bed early so I would be ready and energized for the next day.

That Saturday we headed out to a BBQ party at one of my host family’s friends. Once we all arrived, I felt a little bit like an animal in the zoo, even though I knew nobody meant to make me feel that way. All of a sudden I felt overwhelmed with all the attention I got just because I was from a different country. The people were all really, really nice, but I just wasn’t used to all the openness and curiosity they approached me with; and having to answer all these questions from people that I just had met somewhat exhausted me. In that particular moment I realized that I was thousands of miles away from my family and friends, unable to just hop into a car and drive to meet them for a cup of coffee and conversation. I felt alone!

After politely excusing myself from the BBQ party crowd, I laid down in the hammock in the backyard and just let my thoughts flow. “I will be fine,” I kept repeating to myself, “it will all take time to get used to this new culture, but I know I will be fine!” It had been my dream to move to the U.S. and experience the true American lifestyle, and that meant having to be open to a new culture. And in fact I had a hack of a year ahead of me, I was working for an awesome family that I still keep in touch with, I made new friends from all over the world, and traveled to hotspots such as Las Vegas and Los Angeles.

At the end of the day, I decided to not distance myself from everyone and rejoined the crowd, enjoying some good American style burgers and fun company.

To be continued…

(Next Wednesday: Read about Kathrin’s new life in California and her conquering American streets.)

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If you would like to contact Anne-Kathrin, please send an email to californiagermans(at)gmail.com and place her name in the subject line.

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