Apartment Living (Part 1)

I find apartment living to be the worst place a person can move into. Living in an apartment building you never know what kind of people are going to be your neighbours. I always hated living in an apartment building and if I can avoid it, I do. I am now living in an apartment building as I didn’t have a choice - the house I was living in for over 18 years was demolished to build a triplex in its place.

So I find myself back in an apartment building. There is nothing wrong with the building I’m in now. It's just some very inconsiderate people that live in here that are the problem. They are only suitable to live in a house by themselves or out in the sticks or the woods somewhere where they can't bother other people.

In this building there are only 5 apartments. That’s including the basement apartment. I’m on the first floor. In apartment number one, the tenant is seldom in home. In number two there's a young black woman whom it seems likes to let everyone know what kind of music that she likes by playing it loudly. The last time I heard her music she finally turned it off at 5:00 a.m. Whether she was reported to the landlord or not I don’t know but I have never heard her music since then, so somebody must have complained.

This post is listed as Apartment Living Part 1. So you can probably conclude, unless your mind has been numbed by noisy neighbour music, that I have more ranting to come on this topic.