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My least favorite old neighbor lived below me, but that didn't make a whit of difference when he used to watch shoot-em-up movies at 2am with the volume turned up max. Nothing like waking up to machine gun fire... Luckily he moved out about a year before I did, and the last year was mostly quiet. Then I went and bought a house 2 years ago. The first couple weeks, I had trouble sleeping because it was *too* quiet ;) True story!
My worst apartment was in college. I had the middle floor of a 3 floor college apartment building. I don't party, my neighbors did. Imagine the fun of waking up at 3am to thump-rap music. The experience nearly gave me a nervous breakdown. I graduated in the winter and left. I still paid the rent. It was cheaper than going insane.
My last pair of apartments were in the same complex. The first one faced another complex that was less than particular about the tenants. On July 4th 2001 they set off fireworks all night. Oh and on the 5th my company had to lay everyone off. On 9/11 I swear I heard people cheering. I'd rather think it was brought on by trauma and shock or a misunderstanding on my part than actual happiness as to the days events.
What bugged me the most was the doors. We paid good money for a secure building but enough locks were broken and doors jimmied that anyone could get in with little effort. The phone entry system is pretty bad. I moved out of there 9 months ago and I still get the odd phone call from people trying to get inside.
I stayed in that complex for 6 years until I felt secure enough financially to escape to a town home. As an Atheist I don't put much stock in karma, purgatory, or similar beliefs but moving was like a god saying, "You've suffered enough. Here's a town home for your reward."
I've never had it that bad in an apartment. What I've found that truly sucks is living in a "group house" situation (the kind of thing where you and five of your university buddies rent a big house and share it). That's the bendin' end, man, especially when you have a midterm the next day and your roommates decide to have an all-night movie-and-booze marathon.
I'm now sharing a cute bungalow with one! other person, and we have a quiet, bucolic sort of existence. My rent is cheap. It's all good.
I just had a neighbor burn down the entire building with stupidity. A visitor to the sub-lessees left a candle burning and went out to party. At 4 am he returned to the apartment building, opened the door and saw the flames, left the door open (fed the flames with fresh oxygen), did not wake anyone (we are all lucky we survived) and ran two blocks to report the fire (If he had woken us, we could have called 911). Needless to say, I lost everything in the fire. Over the years, I had put up with nasty smells (I hate liver and am allergic to onions so why does my apartment smell like I just cooked them?), loud noises ("'My amplifier' goes to eleven"), water pouring into my apartment from upstairs (No, my apartment couldn't be where the water is coming from, you must be mistaken- Oh wait, could it be this bad hot water heater? -Six hours of mopping later since the maintenance emergency man went to Ocean City for the weekend and he did not show up until the next day.) and of course the homeless couple who decided to camp on the stairs out my back door and smoke crack and talk loudly at 3 am. In my new place, nobody who lives upstairs knows how to go up or down without stomping, but so far no strange cooking smells have penetrated. I have less stuff to lose in a man-made flood either since everything had to be replaced.
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Date: 2007-05-07 12:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-05-07 12:46 am (UTC):-)
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Date: 2007-05-07 12:47 am (UTC)Sigh... I'll be able to buy a home soon...
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Date: 2007-05-07 12:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-05-07 01:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-07 12:55 am (UTC)I've never had it that bad
Date: 2007-05-07 03:30 am (UTC)My last pair of apartments were in the same complex. The first one faced another complex that was less than particular about the tenants. On July 4th 2001 they set off fireworks all night. Oh and on the 5th my company had to lay everyone off. On 9/11 I swear I heard people cheering. I'd rather think it was brought on by trauma and shock or a misunderstanding on my part than actual happiness as to the days events.
What bugged me the most was the doors. We paid good money for a secure building but enough locks were broken and doors jimmied that anyone could get in with little effort. The phone entry system is pretty bad. I moved out of there 9 months ago and I still get the odd phone call from people trying to get inside.
I stayed in that complex for 6 years until I felt secure enough financially to escape to a town home. As an Atheist I don't put much stock in karma, purgatory, or similar beliefs but moving was like a god saying, "You've suffered enough. Here's a town home for your reward."
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Date: 2007-05-07 04:14 am (UTC)I'm now sharing a cute bungalow with one! other person, and we have a quiet, bucolic sort of existence. My rent is cheap. It's all good.
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Date: 2007-05-07 01:12 pm (UTC)Over the years, I had put up with nasty smells (I hate liver and am allergic to onions so why does my apartment smell like I just cooked them?), loud noises ("'My amplifier' goes to eleven"), water pouring into my apartment from upstairs (No, my apartment couldn't be where the water is coming from, you must be mistaken- Oh wait, could it be this bad hot water heater? -Six hours of mopping later since the maintenance emergency man went to Ocean City for the weekend and he did not show up until the next day.) and of course the homeless couple who decided to camp on the stairs out my back door and smoke crack and talk loudly at 3 am.
In my new place, nobody who lives upstairs knows how to go up or down without stomping, but so far no strange cooking smells have penetrated. I have less stuff to lose in a man-made flood either since everything had to be replaced.
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Date: 2007-05-12 03:02 am (UTC)