The Euro

I remember when it first came; the first time I went to the store and got myself some cents in exchange for my "old" money and how exciting it was to hold those shiny new coins in my hand, even though a part of me didn't really want to switch. For a long time, in fact I think all the way up until very recently, I would convert amounts of money on and off to ridicule the thought of how much more everything costs nowadays.

I feel like those old people stuck in the past, except it's probably worse. I can't even properly remember how much most things cost in my childhood. What I do remember is how suddenly having a 20 euro bill was more than the 100 bill you had had in marks, and how cool it was to have all of that freshly printed money that could get you "more for less".

And now, now I have utterly grown tired of this boring currency that does no good. There is no longer any comfort to be found in the thought that when you cross the borders of your country to another, you will not have to convert one currency to another and think about these things.