Why I hate My Apartment

(another positive diatribe about my new life)

Okay so I have to say, I have warmed up to my new living quarters. A little bit. Only because now that we have it all organized and clean, it is easier to overlook all my qualms. But they still exist, no doubt. I HATED it at first. And there are multiple reasons why those feelings are justified. And, oh yes, I will tell you all about it. 

So we live in a really nice building in the city, really close to downtown. What sold me about is was the 24-hour concierge service. I thought that they would be able to help me with all my Boston questions. And I knew there would be many. Out of the 22 questions I have asked, I only received satisfactory answers to 2 or 3. SO annoying.

Our place is SUPER small, especially compared to the apartment we used to live in. The thing that kills me is that there is no space for anything. We have to share a closet for one. (Yikes!) And there is BARELY room for my shoes and purses (Ladies, you know what I’m talking about), let alone my clothes. And I only get half of it! Don’t get me started on the washer and dryer either. You put a towel and a sock in there and it’s full. It takes forever to do laundry.

Then there’s our lovely neighbors. We’ve got Loud Indian Guy on one side of us. You can literally hear his TV when you get off the elevator all the way down the hall. Naturally, we can hear it quite well though the wall we share. Loud Indian Guy really enjoys watching UFC (and cheers or boos at supreme volumes) and is very interested in the stock market. Oh and he’s always home. ALL DAY. And he doesn’t sleep. Then there’s the people above us. I think they are somehow related to the elephant family. They stomp around and it sometimes sounds like they’re just running back and forth in their apartment just to torment us. Then there’s all the rest. All our friendly neighbors we see in the elevator or in the gym, who don’t say hi and don’t’ smile. Lovely.

Let’s not forget the other random sounds and smells. Our bathroom pipes made some weird clanking noises for the first month or so. Thankfully, the maintenance guys were able to fix that. It would wake us up every night. The refrigerator makes some weird angry hums sometimes. We get it Fridge! We have no food! Then there was Drilling Day. They were apparently fixing the parking garage, which is 6 floors below us. But it sounded like they were drilling in my bedroom. This lasted from 8 AM until about 5 one day. Love it. And then our utility closet smells of smoke or Indian food or whatever our neighbor happens to be up to. It would come in handy, I suppose, if we had a dinner party and ran out of games to play. Everybody loves “Guess That Smell”.

But my favorite of all was the 2 AM fire drill. It was a Saturday night (well technically Sunday morning) and the damn alarm went off. I almost fell out of bed. It was so loud; I thought the world was coming to an end. I finally get a hold of someone at the front desk and asked if we should come downstairs. “If you want to” was the reply. Awesome. I feel safe now that I know strict emergency procedures are in place. We ran into the fireman in the stairwell who looked half-asleep and pissed off. Oh, okay and hot. Of course. Thankfully, it turned out to be nothing. Instead of being relieved, I was even more annoyed. All that for nothing.

Good times.

Are there good things about living here? Sure there are, but I can’t mention them without ruining the spirit of this entry. So maybe next time….