Mrs Martin and Mr Blohm Episode 25: The one who is happy is the one who forgets what cannot be changed.

So, on that Saturday morning at 7 a.m., when the movers rang her doorbell, Regina didn’t have much time to wonder whether everything that had happened had only been a dream.

Just the day before, there had been the breakup with Paul.
And then — that wonderful letter from Mr. Blohm, welcoming her to the most beautiful city in the world, Hamburg.
Next to it stood the half bottle of Ruinart Rosé, holding a single white rose.

But now none of it mattered for Regina.

Her only thought was:
The movers are here. Time to move — time to step into her new single life.

The White Box on the Passenger Seat

There was no time to think about Paul, or Mr. Blohm, or whether Hamburg truly was the most beautiful city in the world.

She opened the door on that last Saturday in March 2005.
Spring hadn’t arrived yet. The air was still cold, colorless, empty.

The movers stood there, solid and impatient, a little rough — the typical mover personality — but for Regina, in her fragile emotional state, it all felt far too harsh.

Regina immediately went to her car to check if the white box was still there on the passenger seat — the box with her wedding dress inside.
She had kept it for more than five years.

The night before, she hadn’t even brought it to her studio. 

She had simply been too exhausted and forgot about it. 

And during the long drive from Munich to Hamburg, through all the tears and all those lonely hours, the box had been sitting next to her on the passenger seat the entire time.

At some point, she had started to feel she would never need that wedding dress — that maybe all her friends, and even her mother, had been right: it was a bad sign to buy a wedding dress before you even had a man who had proposed.

But after Mr. Blohm’s thoughtful gesture — the rose, the letter, the welcome — something inside her had changed.

Maybe Regina should never give up.
Maybe there is still a chance.

Meanwhile, the movers carried all her furniture and boxes into the tiny studio apartment — so small compared to the large old apartment she had once shared with her ex-boyfriend.
She could barely turn around inside.

From Denmark With Memories

Then she remembered:
The next morning, Evelyn was arriving.

Her friend Evelyn — now living in Stuttgart but always spending a month each year in Denmark — was coming to visit, making a short stop before heading south again. Regina had visited her only a month earlier in Denmark. That had been the trip when Mr. Blohm had given her the CD for the long drive north — after she had kept his car safe in her parking garage because he had lost his car key.

Back then, after texting Mr. Blohm to thank him for the CD, Regina had waited all weekend for a message.
Nothing came. No call. No text.

To her, Mr Blohm felt gone — just another charming player, and exactly the kind of man she had promised herself to avoid.

But then, over a very special homemade dinner Mr. Blohm had prepared just for Regina in his apartment something changed. She was touched by his care and quiet thoughtfulness. And somehow, without big words he gently cooked his way back into her heart.

And now, after the handwritten welcome letter, the rose, and his promise kept — placing her name on the doorbell and the mailbox — she found herself curious what else Mr. Blohm might have to offer.

Regina spent the entire day unpacking, cleaning, arranging.

Little by little, the apartment began to feel like her.
Her things. Her energy. Her new beginning.

The apartment looked completely different now, so unlike the day she had moved in on February 1st.
Two months had already passed, living here by the beautiful Alster.

And for the first time, she truly felt it —
this was her home.

Not once did she think about the fact that her lease was technically only for three months.

For Regina, it felt as if she might stay much longer.

At least for a while.
Before following her dream of moving to Miami.

She still didn’t fully know what she would do there.
But she knew one thing for sure — La Perla had only ever been temporary, just a transition during all those difficult changes at the company.

Now, this place felt different. Stable. Calm. Safe.

Regina wanted it to feel warm and welcoming when Evelyn arrived — like a true home, not just a place filled with boxes.

By 11 p.m., completely exhausted, Regina fell into bed.

Sunday Morning Light

The next morning she woke up with a scratchy throat.

Too much.

Too much driving.
Too many tears.
Too many goodbyes.
Too much change all at once.

She made herself some tea.

And then she saw it.

The white rose.
Still standing in the half bottle of Ruinart on the table.

And suddenly she realized — she hadn’t even said thank you to Mr Blohm.

Before Evelyn arrived, Regina decided to call Mr. Blohm.

She also wanted to thank him for the name signs on her doorbell and mailbox, and for the beautiful surprise.

Regina calls Mr. Blohm.

Mr. Blohm
“Good morning, Mrs. Martin.”

Mrs. Martin
“Mr. Blohm, I wanted to thank you.
The rose and the letter were such a beautiful surprise.
And thank you for taking care of my name signs at the door.”

Mr. Blohm
“I’m happy to hear that. It was only a small gesture.
You sound like you have a cold Mrs Martin. Is that true?”

Mrs. Martin
“A little bit, maybe.
It’s just been a bit too much lately.”

Mr. Blohm
“Can I bring you something from the pharmacy?”

Mrs. Martin
“No, no, it’s not that bad.
My friend will be here soon. She’ll take care of me.”

Mr. Blohm
“Oh, I see, Mrs. Martin. Then I wish you a wonderful weekend. Feel better soon.”

Mrs. Martin
“Thank you Mr Blohm.”

Shortly after, Evelyn rang the bell.

It was a cold but bright blue Sunday morning — the last Sunday in March.

Evelyn stood there smiling, happy to see Regina and excited to finally visit her new home.

She stepped inside and immediately stopped.

The view over the Rondel leg was stunning.

The sky was clear and blue. For weeks, the weather in Hamburg had been gray and unpleasant — almost as if the city itself now wanted to welcome Regina in the very best way.

Regina welcomed her friend Evelyn, wrapped her in a tight hug, made coffee for her and tea for herself — her cold was getting worse. She was simply grateful not to be alone.

Then the two friends sat by the window at Regina’s long dining table, looking out at the water, the blue sky, and the quiet morning light.

It made the moment feel incredibly special.

Regina was just about to start talking — about everything she had experienced over the past few days.

About her conversation with her friend Stephan during the drive from Hamburg to Munich, and how he had finally encouraged her to break up with Paul.
About moving out.
About the exhausting drives from Hamburg to Munich and back again in one single day.
About seven hours of tears.
About the short phone call from Mr. Blohm.
About how Mr. Blohm had kept his promise — putting her name on the doorbell and mailbox.
About the welcome letter.
The white rose.
And the wedding dress box now hidden quietly under her bed.

She had just opened her mouth to speak —

when the doorbell rang.

Regina to Evelyn
“Who could that be at twelve p.m.? I’m not expecting anyone.”

Regina walked to the intercom and pressed the speaker.

Regina
“Hello?”

Speaker
“Hello, Mrs. Martin, this is Mr. Blohm. I brought you something that might be good for your cold. Could you please open the door and let me in?”

Regina froze.

This was exactly what she didn’t like — unexpected visits, someone crossing her plans.

And on top of that, she wasn’t prepared for visitors.
She still felt sick, looked pale, tired — not at all how she wanted to be seen, especially not by her neighbor Mr. Blohm.

For Regina, this was a clear no-go.

Evelyn
“Is that your ‘famous’ neighbor… Mr. Blohm?”

Regina looked at her, completely surprised herself.

“Yes… but I have no idea what he wants. I’m telling you — Mr. Blohm is always good for surprises.”

Evelyn smiled.
“Well, now I’m curious too. I finally get to meet this Mr. Blohm after hearing so much about him. Come on, Regina — let him in. It’s cold outside!”

And now you might wonder…

What is Mr. Blohm up to this time?
Another surprise for his neighbor?
And how will Evelyn react when she finally meets him — the man she secretly suspects might be more than just a neighbor in Regina’s life?

If you’re curious…

Stay tuned for Episode 26 of Mrs. Martin & Mr. Blohm — every Sunday.

And while you wait, chill a few bottles of Mr & Mrs SYLTBAR. 🥂