Did you guess it already? If you remember this post, you might have after reading what I posted yesterday. I always start getting smitten with the cities I’m living in once I know I’m leaving. Nothing like moving to make you suddenly appreciate all the finer points of the place you’ve been taking for granted for four years. Yes indeedy, we’re moving. To Frankfurt. What?!
Just saying that out loud (or typing it) makes me chuckle. The Beard hates Frankfurt. He’s never had a good word to say about it, and yet the move was his idea. What?! And that brings us to the back story.
Frankfurt happens to be home to two fine Wagenplätze. One is called Borsig, and you might remember it from my two month stint there. It was the first Wagen community I lived in. It is quiet, large (around 40 people if memory serves), and off-grid. The other is behind a villa-sized squatted house that I have also mentioned before. It just so happens that the Wagenplatz behind said house is full of kids and space and home to a good friend of ours. It also happens to be even more luxurious than our current community. Not only do they have electricity, they have running water. In Wagens. WHAT?!?
The Beard has been jonesing for a change of scenery. He suggested moving for the first time when I was a couple of months pregnant. NO WAY, I said. No way I could emotionally handle dealing with any more change than the pregnancy was already dishing out. Then he asked again. And again. Finally I said, hey, if you want to try this so badly, then let’s do it. It will certainly be practical when it comes to my commute—which will shrink from over an hour to five minutes. I could even come home for lunch to nurse Pickles, and that is just frickin’ awesome.
Then of course there is the fact that I actually kind of like Frankfurt. What I didn’t count on was how sad I would find myself feeling about leaving Mainz. I’ve really found my place here. I have amazing friends. Our little community may have its interpersonal troubles, but I feel really good within this group. I was excited about us moving to a new plot of land together and starting everything from scratch (re: the move). The whole idea of moving made (makes!) me sad, and nervous. I know other baby mamas here! I know where to get raw milk here! I know what stores sell what shit that I need! There are fields to walk in! There is no ginormous city right next door to ensure a lower chance of survival come the zombie apocalypse! My neighbors are awesome! There are easy trash pickings right across the street!
But there was one aspect of this Frankfurt Wagenplatz that really got me. We went to visit it for the first time on a Wednesday. Our friend introduced us to his son and his son’s mother. They showed us around. It was beautiful (then again, it’s easy to fall in love with a Wagenplatz, any Wagenplatz, in the summer). And the space we could occupy there was huge. Huge! Huge like in our community in Mainz eight Wägen occupy the same space. Fuck running water, that is luxury.
So sometime at the end of the summer we’ll be hitching our Wägen onto the back of a friend’s truck and heading off into the sunset. There’ll be a new community for me to tell you about, new sheds to build, new dumpsters to explore (Frankfurt has some really sweet edible dumpser diving, tell you what). I’m still nervous, but change always gives me a lot of energy. Stay tuned, and wish us luck.