Home Tour

Hello, Friends!

Believe me, I would *love* to have all of you visit, but let’s face it… I live far away from a lot of you. So, I promised this in the first month we lived here, and here it is! Our home tour.etc.

Just in case you’re wondering, preparing your entire home for a video tour is… nearly impossible. So please, ignore the closed closet doors, empty walls, the drying dishes, etc. etc. etc. I did baby-wipe preparation of the bathrooms and filmed the second floor on a completely different day… because one contiguous video of our home was simply not happening. Too many meals to serve and oh. We have two kids under 5.

BUT! Without further ado excuses, I give you our home! It’s important that we love it because the winter and germs have hit us hard and we’ve spent a lot of quality time here. And it. is. beautiful. I’m so grateful for this more-than-the-bare-minimum shelter of ours and the space it creates for us.

10 points if you make it through all five minutes… You’re a true rockstar!



Our German Home

It’s officially been one month and one week since I’ve given any update on our German life. Sprinkled in there were Christmas and New Year’s, and upcoming are two birthdays and our anniversary. Life is full, and thankfully, starting to feel more normal.

I drove to church today, and *almost* didn’t need Google Maps. I absolutely know where all of my groceries come from, and what stores I prefer. I have purchased my first items of clothing and got a haircut. So? We’re settling. (Our health hasn’t improved much, but I won’t whine about that here. Cough. Sniffle. Wipe up the messes.)


I went down to Hamburg proper this weekend for yes–a massage–but also coffee, because we buy from our favorite roaster in Hafencity. I giggled to myself as I drove to our familiar parking deck, felt comfortable driving in traffic, and knew where I was going. The 22 year old me would have no clue I would end up being this comfortable in cities–alone (and driving stick). Sure, I’ve always loved “The City” (New York City, Obviously. hah.), but that’s different than tackling the logistics yourself. I found myself smiling at a group of people downtown that was clearly a group of Americans. I thought to myself, “For all they know, I’m German. And that’s kind of funny. But I do feel comfortable here.” What a difference 6 months make.

Because, to be honest, I don’t see it anymore. I don’t see the funny traffic signs, I don’t notice the oversized scarves, I’m starting to love shelf-life milk (not the taste, just the practicality!), I don’t hear the funny English sentence structure, or the “Dank sei Gott” at church as foreign language anymore. Our children are speaking–even singing!–German. And I guess this is all good. Right? Right! But it does make life a bit less “Blog Worthy”. Travel blogs make a bit more sense in that they keep going to new places. We’re home. It’s our home. And yes, it’s still Deutschland, which means it’s foreign, but it’s home.


Hallo! You know, we’ve been here for 5 months, now, and I don’t even have a guess as to how long it will take to adjust back to the American “Hello!” Hallo is the new norm, even for our children. So I say… Hallo!

Christmas Tree Farm

It took us two full weeks, but last weekend we finally made it to the big Weihnachtsmarkt (Christmas market) in Hamburg. Right in front of the most beautiful Rathaus. It was as crowded on Sunday at lunchtime as you might expect, making our double stroller feel like a 12-passenger van trying to fit through alleyways. But, I could kiss that small carriage for having buckles and keeping our whiney wonderful child tucked nicely in. Outings are always fun, but sometimes photographs keep us from remembering the really tough and oh-so-audible moments.


I cannot stop eating the bratwurst here. There are other fun things to eat, but I’ll be honest: the extra-long German bratwurst always call my name. And you know what? I can always leave the roll that comes with it. They don’t have what we call “hotdog buns” or the even bigger ones we use for brats… It looks like a sourdough roll. But I can always leave it. This is quite un-German of me. So, we ate bratwurst, we drank hot chocolate (heiße schokolade) (ok, with peppermint liquor in it) and Brian drank the mulled wine (glühwein), which is totally different (and much improved) from any mulled wine I’ve had before. We walked away with our Hamburg Weihnachtsmarkt mugs, and our eyes full of fun trinkets, ornaments, foods, etc from the lovely trip.

And for a double win, the kids were both asleep in the car within 1.5 stoplights of our ride home. Thanks Florence for braving the fun with us! It’s a treat to enjoy the fun with friends.

We’re inching toward the finish line of our first semester, and we’ll enjoy a bit more than a full week at home for Christmas and New Year’s. With our home cozy with a tree, a beautiful kitchen for making cookies, and our newly-purchased DVD player (for all of my Christmas DVDs), I think we’re set to go. While I’m not really holding out for a white Christmas, we have enjoyed a few welcome flurries already. And yes, my heart was singing:


I have always said that a grey winter day is always improved with a freshly fallen white snow. It simply makes all things new. Oh how I love it. It makes the weather quite quiet as we prepare for Christmas morning, preparing our hearts.

So, I hope you’re also enjoying the fun, and even some quiet in front of a tree… Tschüss!

German Health Care

I thought I’d pick a light topic for this week—HAH! But you know me… I’ll keep it light.


We’ve had far too many reasons (for my liking) to end up at the doctor, here. But, daycare (Kita) life welcomed us with open arms… and plenty of germs to go with it. So, we did the usual–we asked around work for recommendations from our native German friends and then I simply picked one. And made no appointment.


They have open hours when anyone can visit, and I walked in with my sick toddler. I walked into a bright white office with two receptionists and no one else around. Three empty chairs lined the wall. Thankfully, one receptionist knew English.  I apologetically gave her a printed letter because my insurance card hadn’t arrived, yet. (We wasted no time in getting sick and needing a doctor.) Thankfully, I had everything I needed and she checked me in. (Our track record at this point would’ve landed me back in the car, going home, and hoping for a doctor’s appointment the following week. Thankfully, it was an unusual day in Germany… and everything worked out.)

She pointed to the waiting room. It was a closed door. We went in, and it was a quiet room with chairs around the room. In one corner, there was a kids’ table with colored pencils and a large stuffed bear. And of course, like every where else in Germany: a coat rack. And like no other waiting room I’d ever been in: No. Television. No music. Just quiet.

And then, like civilized human beings, everyone in the room said, “Moin!” and “Guten Morgen!” I responded cheerily while my toddler gave nasty looks at all the strangers (I’m working on this!). We all coexisted in a quiet room without any receptionist phones ringing or television talking to us, and about every 5 minutes or so, “Frau _____, Raum Zwei!” or some such message came over the loud speaker. And like competent adults, we all went when we were called, going to the room number announced. (Well, except for me, because on my first visit, they opened the door and took me to my room. And I was so grateful for their mercy on the non-German patient.)

With sick kids, at this particular office (more of a clinic), no doctor has taken a temperature, or hardly touched my child. They get my side of the health story, and then, without any trouble, I get a prescription and a sick note for work. Then, we walk downstairs to the Apotheke (Pharmacy) and give me free medication. From what I understand, any medication (including Infant Tylenol) comes completely free. (Thank you, German government and 40% tax rates.) Also, that sick note must be honored by your place of employment. If and when you reach your max (30 days?) of sick leave in a year, your health insurance simply pays you for a cut (75%?) of your daily wage. A really respectful approach to health, if you ask me. I do worry about working Moms going to work overtired and fighting a cold so that they don’t lose vacation days (you know–the 10-20 they get per year). But, I digress…

We’ve yet to get an actual physical/immunization visit for either child since we arrived and it’s on my list. But, I’ll say that I arrived very intimidated and generally speaking, I haven’t had a lot of trouble. I’ve had funny moments like stumbling through German with a new doctor, to have his first words to me be impeccably perfect English. Also, I’ve already posted this statue that I found on one of my visits:

Doctor's Office

I found this statue to be a much-needed chuckle when I was feeling downright miserable.

So, that’s the very-non-serious-down-low regarding our health insurance life here. There’s probably much more that I’ll learn and need to know as we continue moving forward, but at least I know how to get a prescription if I need one. #Winning

Hope you’ve had a happy November–Tschüss!

A trip!

Brian and I have discovered that travel is really wonderful for us. That and date nights… or the both of them together, if we can make it happen! So, we’ve taken a few day trips to stunning places since we arrived to Hamburg, but we were ready to take advantage of the European adventure we’re on in a bigger way… so we went to København!

It was a 3 day weekend–Friday morning we drove away and Sunday afternoon we headed back. It was a 4.5 hour drive and the kids were mostly behaved on the drive… You know, with gummy bear bribes.

We stayed at the most beautiful AirBnB. It was spacious and had all the toys–which was clutch when we arrived and the rain was… ever-present. So, a beautiful home, beautiful places to walk, and nothing especially important for us to get to. It was divine. But you know, we did have two kids under 4, so it looked like early mornings with early demands for breakfast (eggs!), home for nap time, and the evening closed by 7. We fit in all we could, but made sure to relax. And yes… I kind of like the nap-reliant schedule… Mostly because I love naps.

One of my favorite moments was Brian ordering “Take Away” — a very foodie, small portion type meal with a large loaf of artisan bread… enjoyed by two adults in love with two toddlers dead asleep. The quiet and the rain and good food… and… When can I go back? Hopefully soon!

Here’s a little peak into our fun weekend… I hope you enjoy!

Over the border in Denmark

Outside our window

Copenhagen at Night



G vs Bird


Statue 2


The trip was great. I would go back in a heartbeat and there would be so much more to see that we didn’t get to.

Hope you’re having a great week!


13 Weeks!


We’ve lived in Germany for 13 weeks! Whew. That span of time can sound like a lifetime or like a quick blip in time. Honestly, it has sounded and felt like both to me over the past 13 weeks.  Last week, I went to the grocery store for my oh-so-European midweek grocery shopping trip and saw TWO families I knew. Who even am I??!! Running into people I know by name at the grocery store?! Unreal.

Side note: we all shop mid-week here because we can’t fit 7 days of food in our European fridges. Eggs come in packages of 10 here… not 12. Because 12 eggs in a row won’t fit in the fridge. It’s true. Our fridge is exactly 10 eggs deep. And the freezer? Barely fits ice cream. But I digress.

In other news, I bought my first black beans. The only black beans I’ve found in grocery stores are canned and with spices. And I like our black beans the way we cook them. Well, apparently Germans prefer lentils… because lentils are everywhere, but not black beans. I finally ordered schwartze Bohnen — 6 bags of them. And tomorrow night? It’s going to taste like home in our home. (Bohnen is capitalized because in German, all nouns are capitalized. Say what?!)

Also, I bought succulents. Plants. Plants make me happy. I like watering, inspecting, pruning, the whole bit. But, I don’t go as far as naming… I’m crazy… but I’m not crazy.

Date Night

Oh, and date night. Houston, we have a baby-sitter. At least, I hope she hasn’t quit, yet. In any case… that felt like an amazing milestone to hit… Getting out. Alone. We barely knew how to express our joy clearly enough in not toting two lolly-gagging toddlers to the car… We just… walked. At a normal pace. Crazy. (I also didn’t worry about ordering fries directly upon sitting down to keep our little squirrels happy… but don’t worry. I ordered (truffle) fries. Because that’s what keeps this squirrel happy.)

So, we’re getting there, and I’m taking solace in the 1 year to transition after a move reality/goal. Because we still have art to put up and furniture to buy and oh, I have an entire language to learn. BUT, we’re beginning to schedule fun and travel in because we refuse to be sick for 80% of our future here… (Yes, 80% of our time so far has looked like sitting around at home with more than a few Paw Patrols on tap.) We’re determined to travel and enjoy Europe and the adventure that we’ve jumped into. So stay tuned!




Wow. Just wow, you guys. The transition to Germany has not been all sunshine and roses… I mean, it’s pretty cloudy here, to be honest. However, the land of amazing preschool is all ours. And yes, that’s what my wow is about. It’s a Kita WOW. Rowan literally skips her way to the “Krippa” side of the building and yells, “Bye Mama!” as she excitedly enters her world. Each night, I tuck her in and she says, “God bless Lena!”–her favorite teacher at school.

But, I’ll take you back to the beginning. The Kita wisely recommends starting your kids at 1 hour and increasing that by 30 minutes more per day for as long as it takes to get to “full time”. For us, full time is an 8.5 hour work day… which is long. Most parents collect their kiddos at 1 or 2:30 (and I’m guessing give their exhausted children naps!). So, we started at 1 hour and added an extra hour each day and were up to full time by the beginning of week 3. And yes, their day is way long. They are incapable at the end of a day of getting from the car to our front door. There is crying. There is fussing. There is all sorts of power struggle. And then they (ok, the elder one) falls asleep and peace (once again) reigns. So yes, they are exhausted. BUT! The beginning.

On our welcome tour, I was embarrassed to slip on the plastic booties over my shoes, unaware that this was par for the course. Here, we do house shoes. If you don’t have house shoes, you take your outdoor shoes off or put plastic over them. Keep the indoors clean! I can get behind that. And I did. I bought house shoes for George. 25 €.

I’ve been eager for my kids to be in school–especially George. On the first day, he walked up to a table and picked up (non-toddler) scissors–something he’s never held before–and successfully cut paper… (because they weren’t those stupid toddler sicossors!). At the end of his “intro weeks”, I painted his hand and foot so they could document when he started and you should have SEEN the look on his face. “MAMA! You’re painting me!?” Yeah. He was ready. And this OCD-leaning Mama was grateful to have him make a mess in someone else’s space. Hah. I was glad to see him cut and paint. Honestly? I have never given my toddler paint. Call me crazy. (Playdough all day long, yo.) So, I’m happy to give him access to a place where freedom and messes are fine.

But, I digress. What’s the kita like?!

  1. No home room. No classes with desks. The kids pick whatever room they want to, as long as it’s not maxed with too many kids (indicated by the “STOPP” sign). There’s a library, toy room, and climbing room. For special days there’s a tool room (with real saws!) and a theater/dress-up room.
  2. The teachers are almost all relaxed. I swear. It’s almost crazy.
  3. Don’t interfere. The adults do as much non-interfering as possible. They attempt to neither hinder (STOP!) or help (carry them up a ladder). If the kid is capable of climbing a ladder, s/he will figure it out.
  4. (It feels like) no rules. Kids run through the halls in excitement and no one yells at them to stop. They smile and the kids are fine.
  5. Each morning there is “Morning Conference” (for George) and “Morning Circle” (for Rowan). They are learning German songs and playing games. Each morning they count the number of kids in their room.
  6. Each afternoon, around 1 p.m., they go outside. Snack comes out at some point, but mostly it’s just outdoor play with no agenda. Brian and I can watch them play sometimes from the second floor balcony from our school. That’s kind of fun.
  7. The rain pants. Everyone has them. Go buy some. Seriously. Everyone. It’s snow pants, but for rain. And with rain boots and a rain coat, send your kids outside. It’s raining and I don’t care. Goodbye, have fun, see you in 20 minutes or three hours. A German mother couldn’t believe that we didn’t use them in America. “What do you do when it rains??” I said, we go crazy and check Pinterest. And then go more crazy. Go buy some Regenhosen.
  8. For George, nap time is optional. In other words, George doesn’t nap at school. Rowan gets a nap, but usually about an hour (2 hours less than if she were to nap at home, in a quiet dark space, alone.) Basically, they’re exhausted a lot.

Those are just a few things that come to mind. But honestly? The space is great. They spend almost 3 hours or more per day in the garden. They eat meals at round tables with other children, learning to carry their plates across to their table (for George). Then there’s the ball pit–the favorite feature for both of our children. It’s really an amazing place for them.

The language piece is coming. George doesn’t like to report anything German. He doesn’t like us to speak it…. BUT. We get reports that he’s using it and starting to communicate with other kids and sing songs. Rowan on the other hand is yelling, “Bis Morgen!!!” to all her friends at the end of the day. They both love to count in German. We’ll get there… and they’ll surpass us quickly, I’m sure.

We are learning the German way… even if it is different than our way at home. (I’m guessing this is true for most places of education… no matter where you live.) For example, I asked in the first couple of weeks about how they handle hitting. I asked if they require the kids to apologize. The answer was, “No. That’s a gesture of the adult world.. and they are not in the adult world, yet.” We are learning that they put up with a lot more than we would at home… so we are trying to claim our family culture and enforce it… with love.

I can tell they’re happy. I can tell they’re happy because their shoes leak sand when they come home. I have teeny tiny pebbles in the lint trap of my dryer… and I’m thankful that they have such an opportunity. Bring on all the dirty clothes, happy faces, and ok ok ok… we’ll even put up with the germs! 🙂


Green Germany

It might seem silly, but sharing with you the green side (you know–the living plant side) of Germany has been on my mind. One of the heart breaks of an international move is saying goodbye to all of your plants… because they don’t make it 6-8 weeks in a shipping container across the ocean. And carrying two toddlers, 3 suitcases and 2 backpacks for one month doesn’t leave a lot of hands left for carrying along even a little succulent.

Something I’ve noticed about Germans and plants: almost everyone has orchids displayed in their windows:


Additionally, balconies are littered with hanging plants and planters:


The row house next to ours is a display of beautiful gardens:

Backyard Gardens

And Germans are serious about their hedges. All of them tall, thick and effective. It’s pretty amazing.


A popular tree that is new to me and that I’ve seen many times here is the Monkey Puzzle Tree. They are kind of charming!

Monkey Puzzle Tree

Oh, and the hydrangea game in Germany is serious. And I mean serious. They are everywhere and all of them stunning and fully blooming.


I think I’ve definitely found myself a home in my love for plants. I haven’t purchased anything green for my house, yet, but I’m getting giddy at the idea of it. I’d love to get a string of beads or donkey tail succulent plant above my fridge, hanging down the side of my cabinets… Hey. I can dream, right? So, some succulents, an obligatory orchid and maybe a taller plant for a corner of our living room? Oh the possibilities!




All the rain certainly pays off! 🙂


Park Heaven


Hamburg. The park place. I mean, the place for parks. Oh, it’s been lovely. You see, Germany shuts down on Sundays. Some restaurants are open… but not all of them. And excepting this past weekend when we were fighting colds, we have spent every Sunday going to church and a park. The kids love it. The parks here are just divine. They often appeal to many different ages at once, the children are always freely roaming, and there’s always water. The kids get good and dirty, and then they go home. There’s no hovering, there’s often parent engagement and climbing… and we’ve loved it.

So, here are a few photos!

Those “pegs” are almost as complicated as wall rock climbing… They are all tilted and on a steep hill–a great challenge!

Park 1

I love all of the “natural” elements in the parks, here. It’s refreshing. It’s certainly not all plastic. So awesome.

Park 4

This baby is not mine… but that little girl sat there calmly for over an hour. It occurred to me that that kind of parenting is something I can get behind. She’s in “rain pants” that are sealed with rain boots. She happily splashed around in a half inch of water and sand. It was so fun to watch.

Park 3


Park 5

Park 7

My children have the wonderful Germans to thank for all of these great experiences that stretch their dirt-averse, type A, OCD-inclined Mama. I promise I love them and am happy to be stretched because they are unbelievably happy when they are set free at playgrounds.

Cheer to dirt! Tschüss!

A First Look

My parents have moved a lot in their marriage and my Mama says (wisely), “It takes a full year to settle into a new home.” By this she means knowing where you like to buy everything for your home and making friends–not just the physical putting art up or unpacking boxes… Did you hear that? A year. (And she added another caveat: That’s in English. Hah!) Maybe you’ve moved before and know exactly what she’s talking about. So, our excursion to Boston? We basically never really settled in. Hah. (In all fairness, I think it took us about 6 months, but that was really thanks to joining the community of Harvard grad school. We had ready-to-go friends.) So, we’re three weeks in! And we feel pretty far from settled. BUT, we’re doing much better than that first exhausting week.

Because our kiddos started school this week, our main goal this past weekend was to have our main floor (in Germany “EG”) and bedrooms livable. No suit cases. Everything (hopefully) having a place. This goal wasn’t simple because Germans don’t do closets. We installed hanging shelves with rods in both our room and the kiddo’s room. Brian made dressers with wooden boxes and wooden frames for our clothing that needs a drawer. The kids have room darkening curtains in their room which has given us wonderful mornings where the kids woke up after 7:30… Divine.

We worked very hard to get all of our furniture and belongings whittled down to 900 sqft when we moved to Harvard for grad school… only to move into a 1600 sqft home… So, we succeeded this week in making livable spaces, but our furniture is definitely bare. But you know what? I’m ok with that. My goal is still to be simple in our home because it’s less work. And truly, the amount of toys we own can be picked up in 5 minutes. That, my friends, is the bomb.

So, without further ado, here’s a first look at some of our spaces. In short, we love our home!

Dining Room

Dining Room

Living Room

Living Room

Kitchen with a new light fixture!

Kitchen 1

Our master bedroom

Master Bedroom

Our bedroom wall closet

Closet Wall

The kids’ playroom (after cleaning)


Our patio!


Get excited for your visit! Maybe by the time you come we’ll have a guest bedroom set up, too! 🙂