So, here I sit at 4 a.m., wide awake 'cause some idiots in the apartment building decided to have a party on their deck at 2 a.m. I called the cops and all is better now, but I'm wide awake. I'm just glad I don't work on Sundays. The people that have been moving into this apartment building have been getting worse and worse. No respect what-so-ever for other people.

I've made the decision to finally get out of here next spring. My plan is to either buy or rent a house out of the Bis/Man area. I hate the city. I'm gonna try and find a place either out in the country or in a nearby small town. Right now I'm thinking of just packing up and leaving this area entirely for another state (Montana or Minnesota). Only thing keeping me here is a secure, good paying job (even though the boredom of it drives me nuts).

Guess I'll just have to hold out 'til spring and see what happens. Either way, I'm packing up the '86 and gettin' outta here.

That's my 4 a.m. rant.

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Justin

 

One of my rules of life is never, never live in an apartment complex.

 

I did the apartment thing for about 2 years (18-20) and had enough. Rented mostly in privately owned duplexes for several years. Finally got a lease-option on my current house about 7 years ago, bought it 6 years ago. But cram-munity type settings suck unless you enjoy living in the middle of a crowd. Even the little things like sharing the community laundry facilities gets on my nerves.

 

Yep - when I got my divorce I was living in a downstairs apartment for about 6 months.... while moving in met this cute girl and found she lived above me....

Her cuteness wore off after a few weeks of hearing her STOMP around my ceiling every morning at 4:45 for her "processing" for work !!!

If I hadn't SEEN the little 110 lb thing I would have thought she weighed 400 lbs based on the stomping !!!!

 

I lived in a dump like that....I moved to an upstairs apt after living under a ground pounding chickadee like you describe. The manager told me I was too sensitive. So the new upstairs apt is right over the manager's apt. I always took my shoes off, but one afternoon one of the other neighbors comes over. I offer a beer and walk to the refrig to get (& another for me) and back. The phone rings and it's idiot boy down stairs yelling at me for stomping around. I told him he was too sensitive.....

 

I live in an apartment now. I'm on the bottom and it was nice moving and will be moving out but the people that moved in a few months ago play football up there, or it sounds like it at times. Before that the lady that lived there was either never there or quiet as a mouse. This complex isnt bad except the parking. The place I lived in before wasnt too bad but nearly everyone there was Arab and they just werent very friendly. I am hoping to mive out of here in 6 months for a house.

 

The last apartment I lived in was a mid-rise just outside of downtown Dallas. Everything was concrete, walls, floors, ceilings, so I never heard a peep out of the neighbors. It was mighty difficult to hang a picture on the wall, though.

 

least you never lived above immigrants... the stinky kind that run convenience stores

cook fish and onions all the time.. 6 or 7 of them living in a 3 bedroom apartment. 20 pairs of shoes outside the door for you trip over. kids smoking and spitting on the floor in the hallway. visitors pushing the wrong doorbell at 11 at night. crazy music and men in pajamas talking in funny languages at all hours. they all work in restaurants so they come home at midnight and stay up till 3 am. to boot first of every month i find five different welfare cheques in my mailbox. only good thing is they must have kept their place at about 30 C so i didn't have to heat a lot

finally had my fill... i get up at 5;00 so i'd start the day by putting on my work boots and putting on some music. solved the buzzer problem by just cutting the wires and their cable for good measure. when the music finally got to me i took a heavy axe, put a bit of 2x4 on the floor and started beating it with the axe till you'd think the pictures were going to fall off the walls. music stopped but i kept pounding for another minute until one of them was pounding on my door. told them it was going to be like that every morning or whenever i felt like it. can't reason with people that still live like animals

 

" can't reason with people that still live like animals"

i cant stop laughing

 

Having lived in Boston for years, I moved 6 times. Each move brought even more interesting neighbors.
A conspiracy freak - he was conviced the gov't was spying on him, so he painted all his windows black.
A korean lady with an inner ear disorder - she had to shout, in Korean, all the time.
A pair of really cute cousins, fresh from Ireland, needing 'assistance' in a new city - use your imagination.
A Leisure suit wearing lounge lizard that call every one "Babe" - His name was Larry, but he prefered Chaz.
A parolled felon who made his living washing car windows at intersections - claimed to make $15K/yr.
A paralyzed hooker in a wheelchair- I didn't ask.

 

I live in a 3 level apartment complex with squeaky floors. Being a college student, the price is great for what you get. Unfortunately, we have large Samoan guys living above us. My upstairs neighbor is up all hours of the night, doing God knows what, especially at 3 and 4 am. One of these days, i'm going to stop being lazy and grab the broom and pound the ceiling.

 

Our apartment isn't too bad, but then we live upstairs. I have no idea what Tony down below us thinks, esp. when my brother-in-law wears his roller blades up the stairs or my niece practices her elephant dance (that's what it sounds like). on the other side of the coin, Tony is hard of hearing and usually has his TV and/or stereo cranked up. We can hear him talking on the phone, and when his granddaughter is over, we can hear her practicing her piano (she's pretty good). None of it bothers us since we know we must be pretty loud to him sometimes too.

Now, the neighbors in the rear...last year a bunch of party kids liked to get loud and smoke dope on their balcony, which happened to be right outside our bedroom window. My wife woke up more than once smelling pot getting sucked in through the window fan. We never called the cops though. Another (large intimidating) neighbor paid them a visit once and told them "we take care of problems ourselves." They moved out a month later. It's quiet again for the most part. Except for being able to hear one neighbor doing his morning grunt and fart in the bathroom next door. I'm usually gone by then.

 

I hate living in cities. I'm an all out country boy I guess...can't stand the city slicker types. I'll have to keep not getting an apartment in mind later in life. lol.

 

Years ago, after getting married and first moving out of the house, we moved into a really nice apartment complex. It was right on the water, beautiful sunsets, nice facilities, endless fishing right from the dock and we even met some great friends.

The one thing that made us move out sooner than we anticipated was the damned inconsiderate people who thought they were the only ones that lived there. Parties that lasted all night, littering by the pool, leaving behind messes at the barbecue pits, etc.

You meet all kinds of people in community living and realize how uncivilized "most" people were. Shame. Their parents must be proud.

We've never looked back. It's so much nicer having a place of your own.

 

I can't stand living in the city. Going to school I lived in a fraternity for 4 years, lived with 80 other guys in the middle of town. Luckily I had a job working for a farmer that I was able to get out there every afternoon, otherwise I probably would have hurt someone. I'm on my last semester and living in an apartment right on the edge of town. I can't complain about it much, only 4 other people live there, pretty secluded, lots of trees and a big lawn. If I get the job I'm interviewing for now, I'll have to relocate, and will hopefully find a nice house out in the country with a big shop!