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22.9.08

should i stay or should i go?

If we don't move:

We don't have to move.
We don't have to fill out new forms and get the cable reconnected and have everything forwarded and reregister with the meldebureaus and all of whatever other paperwork there is.
We don't have to take apart all the furniture.
Living above the little restaurant is kinda nice.
Also near park, grocery, pharmacy, little store on the corner (which i have just found out is Israeli, not Turkish), video store, tagesmutter, work.
Our floors are more annoyingly creaky than i previously thought possible.
Old crumby building. Want neubau.
Drafty old windows and doors. (Continue to be in process of fixing. Takes a lot of fixing. Many strips of sticky insulation tape. Many trips to sticky insulation tape store. All that work not wasted. False: sunk costs.)
No balcony.
Still stupid two-hallway layout in five hundred square feet.
Unbabysafeable heating system (seriously, because i am the MacGyver of babyproofing, though realistically i think probably all parents are, and while the radiators could be babyproofed with a circular saw and some latticework, the tubing, not remotely. I am researching insulation, though. And should i really buy a circular saw just for this? I can't decide. And i'd also need an electric drill. And other things. And i have asked the other parents in Vienna how they babyproof their heating system, and the answer is that they don't, so does that mean it's possible not to? And if they're not doing it, shouldn't i all the same? Overthinking).
The toilet is through the closet.
Said toilet includes no sink.
The bathroom is in the kitchen. (The previous sentence only makes sense if you have been here. I know.)
We have relatively quiet neighbors.

If we move:

Theoretically, the perfect apartment exists.
The perfect apartment is within a five minute walk from our current apartment. We have decided on this. It is a high priority to be close to the work and close to the tagesmutter and that gives us about a six block radius and it is nonnegotiable.
It has three rooms, plus a functional kitchen with, by God, room for a microwave.
The dishwasher in the perfect apartment works better than our dishwasher.
The layout of the perfect apartment does not have two stupid hallways. The toilet is not through the closet. The bathroom is not in the kitchen. Of all places.
The perfect apartment features a sink in close proximity to the toilet.
Possibly a balcony.
Every apartment in Vienna has the same unbabysafeable hot-copper-pipes-and-radiators hot-water heating system. All winter long.
We'd have to move. The furniture, the mail. And do all that other stuff. In German. Again.
I hate moving.
It is winter. I hate moving in winter. And it is raining. And i hate moving in the rain.

The perfect apartment does not exist, at this time, in this neighborhood. And i am not going to compromise and have to move for less than perfect. And i know it does not exist in the here and now availability because i combed the internet today and it wasn't there.

If, on the other hand, we switch rooms with Little E:

Maybe we could stop sneaking through the closet to go to the toilet after 8 pm. Stupid creaky floors. Stupid toilet location.
Room for all her toys in one place. Especially now that we've got her a bucket of Duplos (which do intersect with her Quattros, but not as well as i had been expecting).
If we put the bed in the attic we could still fit our big wardrobe in the room where we sleep.
If we put the bed in the attic, the dog can't get on the bed any more. I can't decide if this is a plus or a minus. Because first you instinctively go MINUS but then you think, oh, the dog hair, and she couldn't track mud on the pillows, and she wouldn't take up half the bed any more and the way we are always shoving each other to give me more room and then i can't because the DOG is taking up literally half the bed, with the dog hair, and the little road construction pebbles that get stuck in her paws, or something, maybe it is a plus.
If we put the bed in the attic, no more babycuddles in our bed, so we'd have to unfold the futon. But there would be room in her room for the futon, especially seeing as how she's outgrowing nursing in the Ikea POANG chair - her feet don't just hang off the side any more, her knees get stuck under the arm. It was about a perfect nursing chair while it lasted, but its future is limited. Or maybe put the blue sofa in her room. Either way.
If we put the bed on the floor, then we can't fit any other furniture in there. At all. But then we get the baby and the dog on the bed.

Humm.

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