So, it's cold. I'm cold. I'm indoors, the heater is on, I'm wearing ski socks and multiple layers, and I'm cold. Hats, scarves, gloves, long johns, and long socks are all simultaneously necessary when going outside. I've lived places with cold climates (looking at you Truckee) but this cold is like, really cold. I'm going to go ahead and call it jarring. Walking around town this weekend when I smiled, my exposed teeth would start to freeze and I seriously wondered 'Can my teeth freeze?'. If you're a dentist and you're reading this let me know. It's been so cold that I can't help but to laugh maniacally at how ridiculous it is to be so cold. Silly cold. I wanted my first post from Berlin to let you all know that I've already had currywurst and glühwein at an awesome flea market in Prenzlauer Berg yesterday. Or that Christian and I looked at some amazing apartments over the weekend that are beautiful and down right cheap compared to San Francisco. Or that everything here, from our bathroom to the oven, is so cute and small. But I'm too cold to tell you that. Three days in to this move and my take home message is that it is cold. I am cold. Silly cold.