Unhappy living in an apartment? I am sure you (my loyal readers) are confused wondering how such a thing could ever occur. Well, yes, despite all the wonderful advantages of living in and apartment, I, ever unsatisfied, am not happy.
But seriously. Everyone knows how annoying apartment life can get. Well, I have peaked on the annoyed scale. Lets start off with parking. There is usually plenty of parking, but now that the pool is open, people get all their little friends and take them swimming in the tiny pool. Well, that is all fine and good, but there are like 6 cars in my section that are taking up MY space. Last night I had to park all the way down the hill and walk up in the dark, while people's random friends are just smokin and having a great time. If I had guests over and parking was tight I would ask them to park further away.
Then there is an evil woman. When she first moved in about January, she started parking in the handicapped spot, yes you read right. We asked if she should be towed and they said because here wasn't a sign posted (just paint on the ground) that it wasn't a legal handicapped spot. I later saw this woman pregnant and smoking, yes again you read right. Now she that she is almost due, her mother has come to stay with her (who also smokes) and she instructs her mother to park in the spot as well. It is like using the handicapped space her own personal reserved spot but she doesn't have to pay for it. Ps- her kids are annoying.
On to neighbors. There is some kid around here that practices his flute, or some other wind instrument. It sounds like Close Encounters of the Third Kind. There is no song played just notes and more notes. And there is a giant dog living next door that barks, (of course big dogs are against the rules) but it is his bird brother that drives me nuts. He doesn't tweet or chirp chirp, he squawks ALL DAY LONG.
And we have no air conditioning which is a common thing up here. But that is ridiculous.
I want my own house. But I don't want to buy anything when I know I am leaving in 1 1/2 years. Apartment life just sucks.
2 comments:
Analee,
It has been hundreds of years since I was an apt dweller, I had forgotten how horrible it can be. One time when we were in Colorado Springs, we rented an apt. that was part of a big, big house that the two owners had carved up into 4 or 5 apts. The house was really neat, but the apts. were kind of unconventional, and stuck together funny. We had the apt. that was at the front of the house; the front door opened into our living room. All the other apts. were entered from the old kitchen entry. THe people on the 2nd floor smoked a lot of POT, that's right POT, and on weekends invited what sounded like thousands of their pot-smoking friends over. We had this little chuahawa (spelling?) that barked at every sound. One Saturday night, we were in bed trying to sleep, and heard the front door open. It's kind of like you don't believe what is happening at first. We were just lying in bed, looking at each other, when a man walked into our bedroom. Herb, ever the gentleman says, (I am not making this up) "Can I help you? THe guy says, "I am looking for the party" and Herb says, " well, this isn't it" so the guy just turned around and walked out. Our little dog, who slept with us, never uttered a sound, just kept shivvering uncontrollably. After we had a discussion about who didn't lock the door, we got to laughing and couldn't stop. Just wanted to share an apt story from many years ago.
Tia Kay
I'm so sorry to take pleasure in your misery, but your blog made me laugh so hard my face hurt.
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