I've lived in apartment buildings for about four and a half years. Some were good, some were bad, and some are horrible.
I am a bit scandalous, and have kept my three lovely felines under the radar with each apartment. Really? What are they honestly going to do? I know my ladies, and they aren't going to ruin anything that a bit of paint cannot fix. And to be honest, I am not dishing out a deposit of $250 per animal. No thank you.
I enjoy apartment dwelling for several reasons: 1. I am never scared to be alone at home, because I know there are literally people all around me. 2. Whenever something goes wrong, I do not have to pay anyone to fix it because the landlord comes and deals with it. anddd 3. I do not have a full on yard to maintain. ie. mowing the lawn.
Now for the cons. I can take the constant stampede of elephants that takes place every day above me. That's one of the sacrifices I am forced to just deal with. However, I cannot take the idiots that decided to rent two apartments, one on top of the other. Unfortunately for us, our bedroom is right beside one of two stair wells.. and what do these two-apartment renters do? Run back and forth from one apartment to the other at ALL hours off the night, while slamming doors and mosh pitting down the stairs. Not to mention their kids that are still awake at 12:30am?!, that run up and down the hallway screaming. Have some freakin' common courtesy!
I cannot tell you how many times I have violently opened my door and told them to calm the hell down, and to also remind them that there are several other people who live in this apartment complex.. you know, just in case they have forgotten.
It has come to the point now where I almost beg the hubby if we could just buy a house. Of course this is out of the question with my pending tuition of $210,000, and even just deciding to buy a town house in this city could end up costing us upwards of $400,000. Yikes.
Bottom line, I just cannot take it anymore.
But lets be honest? What can we seriously do? We could call the landlord, but really, all the landlord would do is talk to the noisy buggers and tell them to keep it down.. which I know would just go in one ear and out the other. Another option? When they are all snug in their beds, I could get up at 5am and run a marathon up and down the stairs too. Perhaps that would teach them.
So for now, I guess all I can do is just deal with it. Even though I am losing countless hours of sleep per night and waking up at 2am wondering, "what the bloddy H just woke me up?"
Until next time..