Hvor man føler sig hjemme

I read recently that, as opposed to men, a large part of "happiness" for a woman is her home. At first I thought this was just another way I was unfeminine. But now that we are in our new apartment, I am starting to think I may have a woman hiding inside of me after all.

The problem is, I loathe the idea of buying some big, fancy house.

A simple life is a happy life. That reminds me of our cabin in Lake Tahoe Nevada State Park last summer...


I just could never feel at home in a typical house for two doctors. I hate McMansions, and regular mansions and suburbs and expensive, matching furniture. I hate two cars and fancy foyers and the idea of shopping for "flatware". I hate commutes and no sidewalks and pefectly manicured lawns.

But the apartment we found is so simple, practical and comfortable, that I almost get excited by the thought of cleaning and decorating it. It is a two bedroom apartment just off the hospital property for about $550 (3,000 danish kroner)/month (subsidized physican housing). We walk to work, the store, the libary, etc. We run 100 meters to a forest filled with trails. It is perfect for a family of four (stepdaughter is moving here in just over a month!). Plus it is in a neighborhood with tons of families with young kids.

Here is the teeter-totter (called a vippe (or flipper) in Danish). I would make fun of the Danish word, but then when I consider the English word, well...

And the kitchen I cleaned for this photo (if you look closely, the sink is still dirty):

And a sunny second-floor porch:

There is even graffiti that says "Ace of Base" in our building's basement. Ony in Denmark (and perhaps Sweden).

Running Song of The Day: Skinny Love by Bon Iver