The problem with living in such a nice hotel suite is everything else looks like a shack in comparison. We went and looked at many different places today: villas with private pools (out because there are no gates to keep a toddler OUT of the pool), a two-story apartment in a high rise (fully furnished in Asian inspired old lady — glass and flowers everywhere), a very small flat in a complex with amazing pools/water slides/gym/hot tub that didn’t allow pets (I wish we could have made it work), a 3 story unit in a compound which had good sized bedrooms, but a closet of a kitchen that was closed off from the rest of the house. Nowhere near school/work has any outdoor space. Even the ones with pools are hot tub sized bodies of water on postage stamp slabs of cement . . . Ugh.
I do much better when we are just told where to live. I’m good at making the best of any situation, but if you give me a choice I can find fault with anything. That’s why it took me 9 months to name Calvin. Every name suggestion had a reason to veto it–I didn’t like ‘Calvin’ either because it reminded me of a kid from middle school who used to throw fits and spit on the floor. I eventually got over that and I guess I’ll get over any negatives that our future house has too.
So now to choose the least ugly name for my baby, I mean the location with the least amount of “issues.” We’re meeting with someone else tonight to see another place and looking at a location a little further out tomorrow. We aren’t in a rush to find something, but we want to see what is available now so if something really great opens up we’ll know it when we see it.
