Never in my life did I expect that having an old set of box springs would make me soooo happy. But let me tell you, after 2 weeks on a thin mattress on the floor, box springs are like heaven. It was quite an experience getting said box springs to my apartment. It went like this:
I saw beds listed on ebay the other day super cheap that were being sold from somewhere in Berlin. So I emailed the seller to see if I could come by and look at them. To actually get there involved calling the guy to make an appointment (I hate using the phone in German) and dragging Matt and his minivan out to the eastern suburbs of Berlin. Thank God for google maps, that's all I've got to say. When we got there, we discovered that the place was basically a giant warehouse where they were apparently selling a bunch of old stuff from a hotel that closed down and/or remodeled recently. The guy I had been communicating with by phone was a middle aged, balding German man who spoke at a thousand miles a minute. He dragged me all over the warehouse to show me the beds he had left, of which thankfully there were three (what we still needed for our apartments). I haggled him down on the price (a little bit) and ended up paying 70 Euros for all three, which was significantly less than anything else we had seen. All of them fit in Matt's van (another small miracle) and got safely into our apartment. Hooray!!
These are my ghetto-fabulous curtains.
This is what we will call the result of me and Amanda not really having dressers in our room yet: piles of sweaters on the desk-type thing. This is definitely the neatest part of my piles of stuff right now, too.
But at least there is Apfelschorle in the midst of my chaos