First, to start I wasn’t going to write this.
I thought about it, and said that my apartment life would be funny to write about. Then, before I knew it, I apparently allowed anxiety to make the decision not to make this post.
Well shit. That was sneaky.
So now, I am going to write about it.
I have been living in a 3 bedroom apartment for nearly 4 months now.
The last time I lived in an apartment, I was a newlywed, now divorced. Also now, happily engaged. I had no kids. Now I have 4. I had no dogs. Now I have 2 Boxers.
Unfortunately, the past 3 years have been a true test of strength and it has lead us to downsize.
Living in an apartment building is interesting.
Luckily, because we have a 3 bedroom unit, our floorplan is a bit different than the 1 and 2 bedrooms.
This means, as we walk the long hallway past 10 other apartments, we hear what they are watching on tv. Conversations. The other day, a mans voice was heard in extacy through one door on my way to the laundry room. Oh my.
If someone is cooking fish, you get to smell fish. If someone is cooking bacon, you now instantly want bacon. When I make good smelling dinners, I think in my head, “how about that?”, wondering if my neighbors can smell it.
When showering, you must remain vigilant. You can usually tell a change is coming by the sound of the water pressure fluctuating. But, even still, if not quick enough you take the risk of 2nd degree burns. All because someone somewhere flushed a toilet or turned their sink on to brush their teeth.
Most people you see around, you have given a name to. Like, the crazy bike lady( remember this name, I will revisit her later), grumpy laundry lady, the doppelgänger car guy, the gamer dude….
I know the names of two people that live in our building, and I know the office girls that work here.
Now I will tell you about crazy bike lady.
She is an older woman.
She has signs hanging in her apartment window saying “don’t park here” and “no parking”. And nobody does.
She drives a car with a bike rack. When she leaves she walks out of the building and takes it with her, and when she comes home, it comes off and back inside with her.
It’s rusty and old as shit. Only once have we seen her riding it around here. Squealing and squeaking as she pedaled.
Often times when she leaves, she turns her hazard lights on as she slowly drives for the parking lot exit.
Yes, I have no life.
We have had to be evacuated by police because the people replacing the carpeting in the common areas were causing so much dust that it caused the smoke alarms to go off.
After the fire department ventilated the hallway and left, the workers again, caused the alarms to go off. We didn’t leave that time. But, the ear piercing sound continued until someone finally figured out how to shut it up.
You find out very quickly how disrespectful people can be. Leaving messes or doing stupid things that doesn’t affect them, but possibly the next person.
Leaving dryer sheets to litter the laundry room floor. There is a trash can right there. Or detergent spills. Leaving the dryer lint trap full of their scuzzy underwear fuzz.
NOT CLEANING UP AFTER THEIR DOG!
We have blatantly watched people, specifically one guy, not clean up after his dog repeatedly. We can see him from the couch if the blind is open. He takes his dog into the grass, watch it squat, and not once have we seen him bend over and pick up anything.
Then, you have to rely on everyone else not to do something stupid that could affect the entire building.
For instance, burning some food. Which resulted in building 1 to have to be evacuated and no shit, there were 4 different fire departments here.
We have to deal with the thumping and bumping from the tenants above who have 6 children, and you hope that your little maniacs are not causing the same disruption to the family below.
Apartment life definitely has its perks though. No grass cutting. No snow shoveling. Less space to clean. If something breaks, they fix it.
They recoated the parking lot recently. It caused chaos with parking availability until they were done, but we got to watch a guy we called ZZtop in action.
They even have special events around here, like this weekend they are hosting a trunk or treat for the kids to dress up in their costumes and get candy from participants who decorate the trunks of their cars.
We have a beautiful view from our balcony.
We can watch the horses in the fields at the stables nearby.
Lugging laundry and groceries down the hallway is a bitch, but we find ways to deal with it.
All in all it’s not so bad. This is where our journey has taken us right now.
Every day is certainly a new day. A new day for some people watching. Another day to be a part of a new adventure.
Ultimately, Another day to make the best of it.