The typical state of my home office is what a generous person might call untidy: wobbly stacks of books, supplies gone wild, the occasional dirty plate. Most of my mess, though, comes from the reminders I leave on Post-its, backs of envelopes, and pages torn from legal pads. This same organizational chaos extends into my digital world—I’m constantly sending myself nudging e-mails and voice mails, like, “Hey, it’s me, you really need to clean up your office …”
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While riding a bus to a graduation event my senior year of college, I distinctly remember thinking, “This is my last bus trip ever.” In the brave new world of adulthood, I would, naturally, have no need for long-haul public transportation. If the fancy struck for travel, I’d just toss on my driving scarf and hop into an adorable little car. (That is, of course, if I wasn’t headed to glamorous foreign locales on private jets.)
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I recently moved back to the United States after a long stint in Berlin, and I’ve been suffering the effects of Euro nostalgia ever since. I miss the 1-yard-tall Hefeweizens, the civilized city biking, and the oddball 1980s haircuts. But what I find myself pining away for most regularly is how Berliners handle garbage. That’s right: garbage. In the German capital, sanitation goes far beyond the old trash-recycling binary—the city also collects organic matter (excluding meat) in “bio” bins and carts them away weekly for composting.
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