Welcome. I might not have as much time as I would like left in my beloved Berlin abode, but I thought it would still be nice to share a slice of the sweet, petite studio I've contentedly called home for the last few months.
While a temporary residence (said with a heavy heart), this didn't change the importance of fashioning a solo space with my own stamp on it. After all, home is where you are and what you make it. And, if this year abroad has taught me anything, it's that - to me, at least - the notion of home can be pretty fluid. Nowadays all the more so. That is, as much as you might have strong roots in your Heimat, this isn't to say you can't continue to branch out and flourish elsewhere. Apologies for the cringe tree metaphor; I think it's kinda fitting.
Uprooting for a time, albeit fleetingly, has been a very valuable lesson in clutter clearing (physical and mental) and realising how much - namely little - I really need to be entirely content. After all, isn't it nicer to live with fewer things which carry more meaning? I think so. All the more so when occupyin' a solitary nest, you find yourself unapologetically savouring the small, simple indulgences; a smattering of fresh flowers, a vanilla scented candle or two, Otis Redding playing at full blast.
I've always been an advocate for creating "me" time; the art of being comfortable in your own company holds more importance than ever in our era of - virtual and real - continuous communication. Living on my ones for a bit has certainly afforded me with that sorta headspace; a Private Party whenever I want. Particularly amidst the (wonderful) craziness of Berlin life, the perks to having my very own retreat are unparalleled: "alone but never lonely" and all that.
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