Last week our former landlord from Germany came over for dinner. It was so nice to see him, and it made me think about the beautiful apartment we rented from him when we lived in Berlin. It was probably my most favorite place that I’ve ever lived.
We spent a lot of time in the living room, just working. I loved having a tiny little balcony where I could grow plants, hang laundry, or step out for fresh air and a view to the street below.
We brought those IKEA sheepskins back to the States with us. They’re a little dingier now, but still cozy. The print came from a printing museum in Leipzig.
The kitchen was so delightfully East German. Everything so compact but functional. When we moved in, much of the kitchen things were packed away in boxes. It was so fun going through them and discovering all these strange little gadgets. We loved the white mixing bowls so much that our landlord said we could have them, and we still use them here in California.
One of the best things about living abroad is getting a different perspective on life. When I think about being in that apartment I think about the serenity of the light, the echo of footsteps in the quiet courtyard where we all kept our bikes or took out the garbage, and the beautiful textures of the wooden floors and the jute carpets in the hallway. I’ll never forget that place, and am so grateful we can continue the relationships we formed there — even with someone like our landlord, who we hardly ever saw — but here or there, we’ll always have a place at our table for him.
You can see more photos of our Berlin apartment here on my flickr page.