I moved to Germany a while ago. Since then, one word keeps echoing around: Ausländer — foreigner, migrant.

It's strange how quickly we become labels. How easily people, places, even systems, reduce us to a single word.

But humans are never just one thing. I carry a mix of emotions, feelings that don't always make sense together.

My thoughts overlap like layers in a photograph: joy and grief, comfort and uncertainty, pride and fear — all present at once.

This isn't just a story about moving. It's about navigating contradictions, making space for all of them, and remembering that behind every label is a full, complex life.