It was March 2020. I moved to Berlin, during Corona.
I had moved from Lagos, Nigeria, a place full of family and friends, community and laughter, to social distancing. I didn't speak German. I had no friends. I lived alone and worked from home.
On paper, I was doing great. I had money, a good job, the freedom to explore Europe. And yet, life felt empty. I was lonely and depressed.
Over the last few years I've crawled out of that depression, and the most important part of the journey were my relationships, friendships and community. Spending time with people. Showing up for people, and them showing up for me. Loving and being loved.
"They've been to my wedding, I've been to theirs. They visited when I was sick, I did the same for them. I can rely on them, and they can rely on me."
I've been talking to expats about building a life in Berlin, and I realized most expats don't have people here they can rely on. Maybe you don't either.
I'd like to invite you to build that home together. Let's build a place we belong, together.


























