Yesterday, I started to write a blog post. It started with the words: “Every now and then I look around in our flat and while I am trying to blend out the chaos I am filled with happiness and gratitude regarding this cosy place of ours.” Then Karsten got sick and moved into our (tidy) guest room. When I entered the room this morning, it looked like this:
How can a sick person make a room look like this within one single night?
If I wouldn’t love this guy, I would get crazy and I would probably look for a new flatmate. But the fact is: Karsten is the best flatmate I have ever had and I don’t ever want anyone else again! Because if I think about it, I have lived in pretty weird places with pretty weird people and it is such a relief to finally live with Karsten.
And while I was thinking about my former flats and flatmates, I decided to start a series of blog posts – Fun with
flags Flats – in order to record those experiences. If you have any fun or weird flats to share, feel free to comment or link your own blogpost!
I moved into my first own space when I was starting my studies in Frankfurt. Frankfurt/Oder that is, not the big Frankfurt. Frankfurt/Oder is located right at the border to Poland and used to have a rather melancholic charm. A grey and empty city centre with only a few historic buildings. A good university, but due to the close proximity to Berlin and an annual train ticket for the whole region included in the semester fee most of the students were actually living in Berlin. During the weekends, the city was empty. unemployment was high, the police was busy trying to catch car smugglers and people traffickers (Poland entered the EU one year later). Movies were shot in Frankfurt/Oder. Grill Point, for example. Or Distant Lights. When I watched this movie with my mother, she started to stroke my hand, looked at me with a pitiful expression and bought me a chain security lock for my bike.
I decided to rent a room in a student residence hoping that it would be easier to settle in and to socialize. My father helped me move (he helped me with almost all my moves. I think he’ll breathe a sigh of relief when we have finally settled down!). After we had unpacked my stuff, we sat down in a cafe in the city centre and had a coffee before he went home. He got a bit nostalgic, thought about his own studies and said: “I think my studies have been the loneliest time of my life…”. Then he left. Always good for encouragement, my dad….
My new home was a flat with four other girls. I can’t remember even one of them. What I remember were the various half-naked guys coming out of our shared bathroom in the morning (not all at once. In one or two weeks intervals). It was boring, impersonal and no one actually cared about socializing. Therefore, at the end of the first semester I decided to look for a shared flat outside the student residency. The first flat I visited seemed great. The building was old and not yet renovated. Therefore the rent was incredibly cheap. The other students (two guys and a girl) seemed nice – they invited me for dinner, we had plum wine and the evening turned into one of the cheeriest I had during the first semester. At the end of the evening when I staggered home I felt happy to have found a new place to live. The next semester would definitely be more fun, I thought.
Boy, was I wrong….