Mein haus

I moved into my flat more than one month ago, and still have yet to show you my "keebler" house despite many a lengthy email request. I kept waiting for a day when I didn't have laundry drying all over the house, or thinking first I would get a new couch to replace the current Adobe sofa and chair set. However, after all is said and done, I ALWAYS have some laundry drying, and I've decided that I won't live in Steglitz after my 6 month lease is finished, so why bother getting a sofa I'll eventually have to move. (Sorry to my visitors who are coming before February, you'll get an air mattress. Although you should know that Graham and Hillary, on separate occasions, assured me that the floor is quite comfortable.)

I wish I could charge you 8 Euros to slip on some earphones and listen to my commentary about my place, but you'll have to simply read.

The first picture shows that you see when entering my apartment. I'm sure you, as I do, would feel instant calm when you notice the infamous couch and chair. (Go on, click on the image for a real close up!) Actually, I love the big windows and glass china cupboard.

If you would turn to your left and enter the kitchen you coul see the second picture. You may notice the curtain detail. It reminds me a tad of Dolores Umbridge. HP fans wil know why. Everyone else won't care. the next image shows my kitchen. I wish I could be standing at the sink for a reference pint, but let me tell you that I can stand directly in front of the sink and my head barely grazes the ceiling. (If you're reading this from KY, that was the "silling.") My stove and oven are gas and after a few incidents of difficulty and nearly pulling a Sylvia Plath, I've decided I like cooking with gas. My tea is ready in about 30 seconds!

The other side of the kitchen holds the refrigerator, cupboards and makeshift ironing station. This way I can iron my clothes each morning while waiting for my Vitamin C tablet to fizzle. This is also the trash sorting center. I spend much more time each day sorting my trash than my laundry. V. Green, no?

I felt that the food station deserved a large picture so you could notice the details of my life- like my new penchant for drinking milk out of a box. This picture was taken immediately after a major grocery store excursion, and it is clear that I'm gearing up for a week without being home when stores are open.

NOTE: If your only mode of transportation is an Oma bike, DO NOT get a grocery cart at your local ReWe. You WILL fill the cart like you had your old Eclipse sitting in the Wal-Mart parking lot and only at checkout glance casually into your cart and wonder how one might get home with 65 Euro of groceries on a bike (including, but not limited to cleaning supplies, liters of Pfirsch Tea, and 2.5 kilos of potatoes.) It was amazing, but I made it the 6 blocks with only one minor spill- and I didn't want that jar of jam anyway.