A Borderless Table: Hosting the World in Amsterdam

On the magic of dinner parties.

When I moved to Amsterdam earlier this year, I didn’t expect to find my home in just five minutes—but I knew it was the one as soon as I saw the dining table.

The table, large and round with six chairs, anchored the living space. Beside it, the kitchen stretched along one wall—the perfect position for filling plates and glasses without interrupting the flow of conversation.

I was immediately sold, already imagining who might dine here.

Tired of transience

The dining table represented more than just furniture. It was an altar of sorts. A space for ritual, for community, for a life built around the kind of evenings I cherished most.

After more than a decade as a digital nomad, I had grown tired of the impersonal: the hotel lobbies, the sad Airbnb kitchens, and coworking spaces where the coffee was good, but the connections were fleeting. Slowly, I began to long for something more; somewhere watch the seasons change.

The table represented what I’d been craving. Not just somewhere that was min…