We moved into this apartment five months ago. Deciding on how to make this spacious attic apartment cozy enough to feel like home took us about four months.
As the weeks between August and October went by, Tomy and I carefully selected each piece of furniture to fill our new home. We got most of the bulky stuff from IKEA, some of the finer details at H&M Home, and our kitchen essentials at Butler's. But even after all that shopping we still couldn't seem to figure out exactly what coffee table to buy. I had no idea those little tables could cost so much! Some of them even more than a living room chair, can you believe it? So, despite having most of the place finished, we avoided buying a coffee table until later notice.
One day, while perusing through Butler's for some home accessories, we stumbled upon a wooden wall decor item. As I lifted it from the shelf we looked at each other and said, "we could make a table out of this!" And so, an idea was born. The inspiration for our DIY project comes from some vintage wheel tables as well as the table from an Airbnb we stayed at in San Francisco. But for the sake of adding some warmth to our already white and gray living room, we decided to make the legs out of copper pipes. Some white spray paint, a bit of glue, and some shiny pipes... and voila! Our table was made.
It's such a great feeling to finally have everything in place. Two beds for Ruby, a sofa with storage space and pull out bed, futon, bed for two, bar chairs, tv, and all the other things make this apartment a great place to live. But what really makes a place feel like home?
As I've mentioned before, I moved around a lot during my formative years. When people ask me where I feel most "at home," it's not a particular piece of property. My dad's house in Bratislava has been destroyed by his evil wife, my mom's house is okay but it's not consistent with very positive times, my grandma's house is hers not mine, and anyplace else is nice but not quite it, you know? When I really think about it, "home" for me is a nostalgic combination of an economy class of an international Lufthansa flight, walk among the cobble stones in old town Bratislava, and the Indian restaurant on College Avenue in Berkeley, California. I know, that doesn't really sounds like home but it is to me. Although Tomy and I hope to move to New York sometime int he future (next year? In two years? When we're 25 or 30?), I'm trying my best to make this place feel like our own little getaway.
We cook often, work on projects together, make ourselves a mini spa every now and then and I love it. It's nice to be able to sit in our office together and work side by side. So now I'd like to ask you... what makes a place feel like home? Let me know in the comments please!