In what feels like a lifetime ago – some two decades past – I grudgingly found myself in Copenhagen. This was my first time in the city and I was mostly holed up at the basement apartment below the Ghana Embassy in Hellerup, a nearby suburb. I spent all my time listening to a mixed tape of ‘90s R&B songs a boy had made me and reading depressing poems from a tattered copy of Love Is a Dog from Hell I’d gotten at a car boot sale for 50p.

It wasn’t that I hated Copenhagen, I’d barely taken the time to discover the city, but being full of angst at that time, I was determined not to like it there; I loved reveling in misery back then.
I remember going for a walk one time and feeling a little lighter, and imagining what it’ll feel like to come back in a calm, much happier time. I have this thing about recreating better memories of places where I was once unhappy, and Copenhagen had been on the list for a while now.

Last summer I got the chance to spend a few days in Copenhagen; I knew things would be wildly different this time around. The first thing I did was find this cute little apartment tucked above a charming French bistro on Værnedamsvej in Copenhagen’s hip Vesterbro district.

This little hideaway could not have been more perfect, it had all the conveniences of home and charmingly decorated with a pleasing mix of Scandi minimalism, vintage pieces, plants and pops of colour. I felt right at home and enthralled with the space at the same time; I loved that it was simple, clean and airy with lots of light and adorable little details.

Seeing how extra cozy and welcoming the plants made the apartment feel, I was inspired to green up my own little space when I came home.

The neighbourhood was a delight as well; cafés, restaurants, boutiques and quaint shops lined the streets and we were right in the midst of it.
I loved standing by the large windows in the mornings and watching Copenhageners on their bikes go about their day with fascination.
We found a gorgeous little café across the street from the apartment which promptly became “our coffee shop”.