Tactical Ninja - We don't muck about
Aug. 19th, 2013
09:06 am - We don't muck about
This weekend we watched the first season of Vikings. Afterwards we discussed it.
Me: Would you strangle a bear for me?
Him: It would depend on what the bear had done.
I'm not sure we'd have been the sacking and pillaging types to be honest...
Anyway, we have some news - we're moving house.
No place is perfect, that's something I've learned over my many many moves (I stopped counting years ago). When we were looking at buying, there were things we wanted - a reasonable sized three bedroom place handy to work, that got sun and was dry and warm. While we would have preferred a house, in the current market there was no way we could afford one. The apartment fit the bill, with the added bonus of being an investment, in that the value is likely to increase once the earthquake strengthening's done, because then it'll be a decent sized central Cuba apartment, and those are damn hard to come by.
However, in the course of living there we have discovered two ways in which it doesn't meet our needs.
The first is a space issue. Apartments don't have a lot of storage, generally lacking things like sheds and garages. So we've ended up with tools and camping gear in the cupboards, so then the stuff that normally goes in cupboards goes.. where? In our face, that's where. Also, because two of the bedrooms are occupied, the third has become a shared office. Now, given that I do so much art type stuff, that overflows out of the office and into our living space as well - and while I've tried to keep the office as officey and non-overtaken as possible, the fact is that Dr Wheel and I are on each others' toes when we're in there and that can be a problem given a) my expansive hobbies and b) his need for a relative sanctum when he's trying to do things. Even things like me typing like a maniac on an essay or email is disturbing when he's trying to code, so it's either he gets disturbed or I can't do my officey things when he's there. The bottom line is, in order for peace and harmony to reign in our household, we each really need a room to ourselves for our individual pursuits.
The other is noise-sensitivity. Almost everyone has something they are sensitive to. For me it's barking dogs. Luckily, there aren't a lot of those in the central city. Pretty much everything else I can ignore - partly because I'm deaf. Dr Wheel, however, has found that the central city noises break both his sleep, and his concentration when he's awake. Therefore he's not rested and that makes it hard to concentrate, and well, you can see where that would go in terms of general levels of happiness/frustration.
And for both of us, sharing common space with people who are less sensitive to their surrounding environment, and are therefore less considerate of the environment of others, is frustrating. This weekend it was toilet paper being thrown around at a party, that ended up outside our front door and in our gutters after the rain. Yum. It led to this note being left in the elevator:
This was an attempt to be amusing when in fact the level of annoyance at that sort of shit is reaching critical.
These things combined - all of which are an interplay of external factors with our own individual natures - have led to the general angst in our household being more than it needs to be. Nobody likes to live in a constant state of low-level anger and frustration. We've been coming to the conclusion that apartment living is not really conducive to our ongoing happiness, and the idea of moving has been brewing for a while. This weekend it came to serious discussion, followed by a decision.
And because we don't muck about, we got on etherpad and made a shared list of criteria:
Bedroom for us, and bedroom for the YoT
Separate craft/work rooms, so 4 rooms total (although a 3 bedroom might do depending on the layout and if it has an office)
Sun and not damp
Ease of access (ie close to public transport, not a million steps to it)
And then we got on TradeMe. There were a few, but two stood out. We called them both, then went to see one yesterday afternoon. The upshot is that it met all our criteria, and while it's art deco style which would not be our first choice of aesthetic, it's freshly painted with new carpets and not at all skoady. It has a garage and a shed, three large bedrooms and a smaller one, an AIRING CUPBOARD ZOMG, a deck, fantastic harbour views, all day sun, a garden.. the list goes on. The landlord liked us immediately and made it fairly clear that we'd be his priority tenants.
We discussed it on the walk home (about half an hour down through Brooklyn park), and then talked with the YoT. He agreed, we called the guy, and we sign the lease tonight.
So we're going to do that thing where we don't live in our house, but instead let tenants maintain the mortgage, while living in one that we couldn't possibly afford to buy for the same price we'd be paying in town. Luckily, one of the things we factored into buying the apartment was how easy it was likely to be to rent out - location location location etc. We ran the maths and the expenses at the new place vs likely rent from tenants add up to almost exactly the same amount.
The move will cost and there may be a couple of weeks' gap while we fill the apartment, but frankly, we can afford it and from my perspective it's going to be worth it for the sake of removing the things that have been bringing us down insidiously. There will probably be new annoyances, but lack of space and invasive noise will not be among them. I feel satisfied, excited, a little bit trepidatious, and am looking forward to morning cups of coffee on the deck, gardening, being able to keep my houseplants alive, and being able to shut my hobby mess away from everyone else's view and store it properly. Mostly I'm looking forward to the reduced stress levels that go along with getting rid or three major stressors in our lives.
Meanwhile, I also finished the daggers:
I think they strike a nice balance in that they don't look like real weapons but are obviously designed to look like real weapons. Um.. I know what I mean..
And I did the last of the work on the Regalia of Weisshaupt, then put it all on and weighed myself. Naked I'm 60kg. In this outfit I'm 70. That's complete with the boots and all. So, not the most lightweight of costumes but we knew it'd be like that. I'm not planning on going for the high jump in it anyway. Pictures of me prancing about in it in a week or two.
I was thinking about going to this. But weirdly, their site says nothing about cosplay. I realise that it's a side issue, but pretty much all of the larger expos at least give it a mention. Oh well. Also, I might be busy with house moving and stuff...