Det Lille Hjem

As promised, this is an instagram post of the studio apartment.  Det lille hjem in warm-and-fuzzy filters, or Early Bird View. I want to look back and remember my time here as sunnier than it actually was. Yes, I am tweaking my memories.

My most recent Danish friend (who, incidentally, I met at my favorite coffeehouse), is making fun of me, and says I should title this post det lille hjem på prærien (the little home on the prairie). He isn't very nice, actually. I'm beginning to rethink our friendship.

(In all honesty though, when I leave the apartment to go stand in the cold and wait on the bus that is always late, it does feel a bit like a frozen prairie in the middle of nowhere.)

Four things to keep in mind: 1) This is a 38 m² studio without a single closet, washer or dryer, or oven, so ...  2) ... we've given away everything we do not actually use, minus the plants and bulletin board ... 3) ... because we are moving back to the States in 6-10 months, so it just makes sense to save on rent and spend on travel (hopefully).  

And 4) We don't mind; we kind of like it. Please don't try to give us anything (unless it happens to be a dresser or the laundry card that was supposed to come in the mail two weeks ago. Or Starbucks coffee, because ... you know). 

Without further ado, the little home on the frozen prairie. Or something.

We separated the studio into two 'rooms' using a cheap white armoire from Ikea (which was an excellent purchase if you don't consider the fact that I essentially spent $80 on glorified corkboard) - but the main thing is, Isaac can go to sleep before we do. We just have to move him into his own bed later, which is behind the sofa.  And yes, don't we just have the funniest little rectangular window in the living room? The architect was a moron something else, let me just say.

.... And there you have it (minus the bathroom, and yes we do have one).   We've become minimalists, and it's kind of liberating in its own way. Hemingway said it best.