The question has come up more often than I expected since we told the world about Peanut’s arrival in my stomach. Are you going to stay at the Wagenplatz? our apartment-dwelling friends want to know. But besides the noise from concerts and parties in the house at the front of the property, I can’t imagine a better place to raise a child. It’s the “it takes a village” principle in living color. There’s space to play outdoors. There are seventeen different people to talk to and learn from. It’s not any smaller than most of the apartments I’ve lived in. And we have a hell of a lot more money then we would if we had to pay a normal rent. I can’t think of a single reason to leave, no longer being attached to the luxury of having running water within arm’s reach at all times.
And this, I am proud to announce, may be our future Kinderwagen:
We hadn’t started looking for a Kinderwagen for the Peanut when we heard that one of our Platz-mates was planning on moving out and on next summer. The Plan is to house the three of us in the red trailer for Peanut’s first months, so the potential wait is negligible. Assuming that all goes well on her side and ours, the Wagen you see pictured above is the future home of Peanut Stewart come summer 2012.
It will also be, I can only assume, the future subject of many a rennovation blog. It’s in good condition (five meters long, metal siding, leaky roof with a not-leaky pond tarp covering it), but the walls are not insulated. And it is incredibly convenient. It’s already here, and we’re already lined up like three ducks in a row: trash house (my trailer and our future kitchen, my office, and guest space), the red wagon (future bed- and living room), and the Kinderwagen—strategically (luckily) placed the furthest from the noise of the house venue that has destroyed many a night of otherwise peaceful sleep.