Our address could be cause for concern for all family and friends who care for us and want us to be happy.

We will be living in Anger. It’s the truth.

Both of us are at peace living in Anger. We love living a life in Anger. We hope to spend the rest of our lives living and playing in Anger—together.

It must sound odd to English ears. After all, the definition of anger is anything but positive.

Anger (noun): a strong feeling of displeasure and usually antagonism; (verb): to make (someone) angry.

~ Merriam Webster Dictionary

Oh, wait! That’s English. But we live in Germany.

Let’s try that definition again; this time in German.

Now broaden the “a” from apple to the “a” awesome. Anger [awenger].

Anger (noun – m) a small grassy area [usually in a village]; the village green.

~ Duden, translation my own

But what is a village green?

Historically in Europe and older parts of the United States, the village green was a communal area where animals could graze, children would play and washing was hung out to dry. The meaning was also often extended to village parks, gardens, moors, forests and ponds.

It was also used as a village meeting place. Here in Bavaria, it is the location for the Maypole and its festivities.

Now, doesn’t that sound lovely? We are going to live in an area known for its village green and countryside.

I love Jane Austen. This is no secret. I held university seminars on Jane Austen—that was a secret. I love the romanticized Regency era. One of the aspects that captures the romantic imaginations of Austen-lovers are the countryside manors, the country villages and the picturesque panoramas.

I am going to live with the broad sweeping views and wide grassy knolls reminiscent of the movies Sense and Sensibility, Emma and yes, even a bit like the countryside of Pemberly in Pride and Prejudice.

Now, doesn’t that just sound romantic?

Why yes. Yes, it does.

And yes. Yes, it is.

It’s all in the name.

We live in Anger (Germany, not the emotion).