Try to set the night on fire.

Topshop tweed oversized blazer: £27. Topman black tee: £8. Sugarhill Boutique polka dot trousers. Faux fur pom hat: c/o South Beach. Rotary watch: gift. Clarks loafers. Pale lips: winter.

We're definitely not in Munich any more, but it's just as cold. Putting things down to being a December baby, I always used to say that during the winter months I'm in my element (geddit??), but as time moves on and my ability to buy sensible clothing escapes me, winter's turning into that annoying friend you had from school that pops up and long outstays their welcome - we've just got to deal with this one for the next four months. Despite this, there are still a few little wintry nuggets that I adore, and fireworks are one of them. As someone who doesn't have pets or small children, bonfire night is one of my favourite celebrations after Halloween, obviously, rubbish ghost trains included. Last weekend I popped down to the park to watch pyrotechnics set to the most cliché playlist ever (it included "Burn", although they avoided Perry's "Firework" - probably because they forgot - so I've decided to include my own as a blog title too), changing my loafers for wellies as it tipped it down.

I've got a busy week at work coming up which I can't wait to share with you on instagram so make sure you're following! To make up for this, I spent the weekend with J Rox drinking in east London (however odd that SW Londoner found the experience), eating brunch and getting sassy at a Nicki Minaj dance class, then heading out for "one drink" back in Essex (every time, Rebecca. Every. Time.) and am now staying in my pyjamas for as long as feasibly possible before tomorrow's alarm. Long live the non-moving weekend.

One year on: moving to Munich.

All photos taken on an expired disposable camera I bought as part of a job lot on ebay.

As my alarm went off at 9 (promptly snoozed, last night's optimism seemed misplaced), I couldn't help but think "thank god it's not this time last year" when I woke up at 4.30 for my one-way flight to Munich. Seeing as I never published a post immediately after returning from my six months abroad, I thought that now would be a good a time as ever to sit down with a rather large cuppa and get talking about what was, to me, quite an important chapter.

Why did I intern in Munich?

It'd be a downright lie to say I'd always wanted to live in Germany. I studied German from year seven right up to A Level (where changing school for sixth form killed my passion for the language as I was stuck with a teacher who didn't particularly inspire me). I'd considered studying English with German at university but I didn't get the grades so stuck with straight English and the rest, as they say, is history. After graduating and its inevitable "what the hell am I doing with my life?" panics, I started looking around for alternatives to the London-based internships and jobs I'd been looking at, and saw that Stylight was looking for british interns.
I had never even considered moving abroad (having no money and no fluency does that to a girl), but a skype interview later I was their newest SEO and online marketing intern and was looking at easyjet flights and downloading the app. I knew little about Munich other than it was the capital of Bavaria, home to Oktoberfest and, you know, was Hitler's city of choice (perhaps apt to bring this up on Remembrance Sunday, bear in mind that Munich's moved on a lot since), so touching down in Freising was the start of a learning curb that lasted me through right till the day I returned to the UK.

How did I prepare for the move?

In a word? Badly. If you plan to intern with Stylight, bear in mind that they don't give you much time to move over there - I think I initially had three weeks - but I managed to put off my start date by a week using the excuse that flights were cheaper (lol, no, I had tickets for Knife Party's Haunted House which I was not going to miss). I knew that Kavita was out there, so I sent her a tweet, we started emailing, and she completely reassured me and helped me out a load, and is now someone I'm lucky enough to call a friend. I'm not a planner, and this move wasn't any different. Most people say that I was pretty brave to move to Munich on such short notice, but it's more likely that it was a heady mix of not having much on and sheer stupidity; that said, I don't regret doing it at all.

What was interning at Stylight like?

Just a little disclaimer here, a fair bit's changed since I was there, so I'll keep this bit short and stick with what I know.
Stylight's offices are based in Neuhausen, which is a little bit West of the city centre. Stylight HQ is absolutely amazing, with plenty of natural light, a nap room (only used when I was hungover after the Christmas party) and free cereal. You sit split up by your department, then with a team of countries (mine was UK, Netherlands and Sweden, but that's probably changed since), but everyone takes lunch 12.30-1.30 so there's plenty of opportunity to chat with everyone else; or you can stereotypically arrange hourly catch ups at the coffee machine over a brew of Yorkshire Tea. Every week there's the TGIF meeting, where everyone comes together to discuss what's happened in their department over a beer. Stylight like to claim that they've got a bit of a reputation in Munich for throwing amazing parties, so that's always good fun to look forward to too.
I was assured as I left that they were planning to change this, but there are a large percentage of interns working for Stylight, so there's a lot of new starters and people leaving on a weekly basis. Despite this, I've made plenty of friends who I still keep in contact with now.

What's happened since?

I always knew I'd have to be back in the UK on a certain date as I'd committed to jury service, leaving just under a week between completing my contract and my flight back. Since touching down, I haven't stopped. Two weeks of jury service were followed by interning at Cath Kidston and Oasis, and the latter offered me a job which I've been enjoying ever since. Did interning in Munich help my job prospects? It must've in some way, but I think it's more that I was interning for an extended period of time in an online retail environment, rather than because it was abroad. Regardless, it gave me an opportunity to discover another city, and get to Berlin for €16 return.

The million dollar question: would I recommend it to you?

If you've got the wanderlust bug: go for it. Don't expect it to be anything like Berlin, Munich's pretty tame: the population's rich and you'll definitely feel like the poorest person in the room balking at the idea of paying €3,90 for a tequila shot (then doing it anyway...), but it's absolutely magical at christmastime and you'll never not find it funny to see people wearing lederhosen and dirndls on the U-bahn - then buy one for yourself. It can be pretty pricey out there (Munich's the 39th most expensive city in the world, which stings after living in Liverpool but prepped me for London), and I was lucky enough to make a little bit of extra money from my blog to help pay the bills, but it can be tough at times if you don't have savings to dip into.
I am 100% glad I did it, but six months was just the right amount of time, and I was more than happy to return to Essex as my half year was up. And, let's be honest, it's got my "what's an interesting fact about you?" ice breaker covered for life.

If you want to get more of the nitty gritty feel free to tweet or email me.

And shout out to the amazing people I met out there (plus plenty more): Lauren, Kavita, Carmen, Charlotte, Lizzy, Charlotte, Stina, Marta, Anni, Romy, Rosa, Marine, Stephanie, Piero, Linda, Nina, Willemijn... too many to say you all!

I'm not gonna diss you on the internet.

primark check brushed coat
clarks black leather loafers
primark AW14 fashion coats
river island full time fashion blogger sweatshirt

Primark's game is strong right now. When I headed to Lakeside I picked up a fair amount of their AW14 offerings, including this beautiful check print coat which I'm sure will become a blogger favourite before the season's up as we do tend to have pretty good taste. Inspired by Caroline's simple styling (and a niggling hangover), I paired my new wonder-coat with my faithful Ridley jeans and a sweatshirt that's just made for Sundays spent make-up free in the gym.

I've been on the hunt for the perfect pair of loafers ever since I saw Alexa Chung in those Russell and Bromley loafers, and have been through my fair few pairs bought from ebay. As I'm the kind of girl that'd rather walk two tube stops than suffer underground, I'm rather reluctant to drop a small fortune on a pair of shoes which will last me a year at most, so instead started shopping around: cue Clarks. Since those chunky heeled boots that everyone had in year nine, I've only had one pair of shoes from there, but while wandering around their Oxford Street store whilst waiting to meet friends for pizza (what else is new here?) I couldn't help but pick up a pair. Even if they are particularly painful to break in, I can tell already that these are going to be an all-weather staple.

Right now I'm catching up on everyone else's blogs whilst Sunday Brunch is on in the background and my tea brews (such a classic mix of Essex and Liverpool, as you can see above!). Sometimes it's nice to have a Sunday completely switched off, even if it doesn't happen all that often!
Hello, I'm Rebecca: social media exec, new-ish coffee drinker and loafer-wearer.
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