I was born in France, in a small town near Lyon. I spent my surrounded by narrow streets, cozy cafés, and the smell of fresh bread. I loved France, but at eighteen, I decided to leave and start a new life in Germany. I packed my things, said goodbye to my friends, and traveled there alone. When I arrived, everything felt unfamiliar. I rented a small room and had to find a job, learn German, and get used to a new city by myself. The first weeks were difficult. I often felt lonely and missed France. One day, I met a girl named Lena who helped me explore the city and make new friends. After a few months, I became more confident. I found a job, improved my German, and began to feel at home. I still missed France, but Germany became my second home and a place where I started a completely new chapter of my life.
