Santa Claus hanging on the balcony grill/ pipes...showing him potential ways to enter the house??
My husband and I moved to Germany in 2008 and are living here since. This blog captures our different experiences, adventures, learning from our times here...
Santa Claus hanging on the balcony grill/ pipes...
After a long drawn relationship, stressfull, big fat indian wedding, V and I are finally, 'officially' married (still hard to believe sometimes). Our trip to India was very hectic. Contrary to our skepticism, things went off without any show-stoppers.
Wiesloch on Saturday.
getting the wedding invites done isnt an easy task anywhere. i took this task upon myself - i would do it in Germany. phew! this personal project of mine was a difficult one. first it took me a while to decide the design, then i had these dreams of the kind of paper i wanted...went looking for it...found it...but the colors did not work right on this textured paper. so i was soon back to the drawing board.
Like most Indians, I love my 'chai-biskoot'. Especially with Parle-G (glucose biscuit) .
I realized Leibniz Keks and Parle-G go back in time and history of Germany and India respectively.
and I fixed two wardrobes in the last few days. I was always fascinated with the thought and ability make up my own furniture. I could experience this first hand. Ofcourse this is all EXTREMELY modular furniture.Some of my friends have been gracious enough to invite me over to their houses, houses of their families. I feel honoured that they feel comfortable enough to have me in their most 'personal space.' This insight into their space is very interesting.
I notice that 'apartments' living is increasingly becoming homogenous in this 'global village.'
However people who 'own' their 'houses' (not apartments) go all out to give their house a character. Houses I visited have a noticable collection of art in there. Each collectible is carefully positioned in the most apt of places. Some of these are old memoribilias, some are things collected during their travels. Each very interesting and mysterious (as if they all had some interesting story to tell).
Many of these 'houses' have a garden, this too extends the character consistently. For some it is 'zen' inspired, for others its more rustic and wild.
What totally blows me over is most of these families do all of this themselves. With little professional help. It is so admirable. First, to have such exquisite taste to pick the right things for their house, place them in the right places, pick the right sort of plants, take care of them...its all a lot of effort.
There is a beautiful sense of romance to create this character to their house, maintain it, and build upon this character interestingly.
I experienced how'overwhelming' a visit to the Baumarkt (place to buy stuff for the house) can be. There are endless options for the smallest things.
So I know exactly the efforts involved in having such a nice "home." No wonder it is said that Germans are very picky about their house. It is no wonder that while renting an apartments, it is totally bare - leaving all room for the new occupants to give it the identity they want to.
I admire the kind of passion and thought they put in to make their house a home. I do hope some of this rubs off on me while I am here.
So as soon as I moved into my apartments, my first big splurge had to be getting myself a Washing Machine. I did some online research and discussions with colleagues, friends about them...finally bought an Electrolux EWF 12240 W. from Mediamarkt. They promised delivery and installation too.
Then finally, the '8th' house was the one I picked.
My first address in Germany as a 'resident' was 39 Falltorstrasse, Bad Schonborn.
Both Mr and Mrs Fug are very friendly, kind. Mr Fug didnt speak English, but I could converse with my limited knowledge of German. Mrs Fug however speaks good English.