As I sit here in my first floor, 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment – forced to listen to my upstairs neighbor’s gospel music playing so loudly, that I can hear the words to her song – I think to myself about how HAPPY I am that I will not have to put up with this living situation much longer. Next Thursday, I will be CLOSING on my first home! And next Friday I will be moving out of this place!
And not to say this is a horrible place to stay, I actually planned to renew my lease (Management planned to up my renewal rate over $100!) But neighbors such as mine upstairs have proved to make it just that. Literally, from day 1, when I opened my apartment door to let the movers bring my stuff in – my upstairs neighbor had successfully FLOODED about 60% of my carpet from letting her washer overflow. (This happens again later down the line, too.) Needless to say, my first two weeks in my “new” apartment was spent with huge fans running non-stop to dry out my carpet, and my son was forced to sleep in my bed for the duration. His room and my living room were unusable. But I continued to stay here for two more years, ready to make it a 3rd year. Even the flooding of my apartment for a 3rd time from pipes bursting was not enough to force me to leave – the crazy increase in a renewal rate was. And boy am I glad they decided to be unfair, if it wasn’t for that move on their end – I would not be where I am now, which is at a two week countdown until I am in my new home.
“If my music ever gets too loud just let me know!” My upstairs neighbor told me that once – which I guess is a nice offer? But to offer this tells me you know you play your music ridiculously loud … thanks for the courtesy lady! She also has about 3 grandkids that come over every weekend that just run NON-STOP all over her apartment. It doesn’t seem to matter which room I move to – I can hear the little stinky feet stomping and running all over the place. Drives me crazy! It actually scares my son too because it ends up shaking some stuff down here. Man I hope she’s almost done getting ready for church and is about to leave … that music!
Anyway – even though it gets on my nerves, the closer I get to my departure date from here, the less disgruntle I get about her nonsense. I wish I was leaving this weekend, but two weeks! In two weeks I will be able to start waking up to a more pleasant surrounding. I cannot wait to live in MY home 🙂