When my friends and family want to send me something, they usually contact me digitally in advance to ask for my address. That is (mostly) not because they are forgetful but rather because it is hard to keep up with my ever-changing domiciles. In the past four years, I have changed my address fourteen times. It’s ridiculous. And the 15th move is just around the corner!
The tenant of the prettiest apartment with the biggest kitchen I have looked at last week decided to give her home to me during the fourth months she will be in Finland. (Dare-devilish to move to Finland in the fall if you ask me.) The apartment is situated in a calm residential area on the fifth floor. Without an elevator. But unlike my current attic room, it has an oven, a freezer, functioning internet and I am allowed and able to host visitors. (I have come to the conclusion that it goes against (the Oriental part of?) my personality to not be able to be hospitable.)
I am also moving a bit away from work but it is only a five minute difference or something by bike and my co-workers who know town better than me have very clearly stated that the area is a good place to live, “and so close to Moltkestraße, you can totally hang out there all the time!”
So I am moving in the end of August and then I hope to catch up with baking, cooking and having people in my kitchen. It is not The Blue Table but it’s getting closer!