My First Experience When I first moved abroad, all I wanted was to belong. As a child, I thought that simply meant fitting in. I would eventually learn that the two aren’t always the same thing. I was 11 years old when my family moved from the UK to Germany and it felt like the biggest adventure ever -equal parts exciting and terrifying. Everything was so utterly different from what I had been used to: the language, the food, the school.  Looking back, I think part of my excitement came from leaving a few things behind. Never again would I have to endure the plight of my Secondary school gym…