Dear reader,
I’m not sure what to call you yet. For now, you’re just a voice in my head.
Hi, I’m Franziska!
My friends used to call me ‘Kaska.’ That was until my middle school classmates would call me ‘Costco’ and I decided to retire the name.
Then I became Fran. Or Franzi. Or just Franziska, for those that took the time to pronounce the name correctly anyway.
Isn’t it crazy that there are things from middle school that can still affect you 10+ years later? I guess this is why I decided to create an online diary giving away my deepest, darkest secrets. If this doesn’t resonate with you, I recommend you stop reading immediately and open up the nearest Cosmopolitan or Seventeen Magazine.
Where were we?
I grew up in a small town on the west side of Germany. We were the biggest town among 12 others, mainly because we had the one McDonalds and a movie theater. Growing up, I always told everyone that I wanted to live in LA. While my aspirations of becoming a popstar were tragically unfulfilled, I found my home in communication, entertainment and production. LA was so far from Germany, it really was just a dream. But God moves mountains.
My family moved to Michigan when my mom remarried. I was 12. Once I stopped resisting the move and embracing the culture, I finally assimilated to the U.S., ditched the German accent (thank goodness!) and even started looking like an American. I went to school at Michigan State University and finished my bachelor’s and master’s in communication, specializing in public relations, persuasion and social influence.
In case you’re wondering, that means nothing in LA.
Back to the story.
I knew I wanted to be in LA all my life and eventually took the plunge.
A friend of a friend of a friend was a producer and asked me to be a PA for him if I moved. I set a date of March 15, 2018, and embarked on a cross-country road trip with my best friend Meghan. The producer never answered my call when I got here.
That’s where the story begins.