I’m getting really tired of my current living situation. Eating breakfast this morning before work, I decided that I do enjoy the quaintness of the tiny space I call home. However, it is far from enough in terms of being something I want to call home. Two months out and these walls will change completely. More so, it’s the people that live in the building that are getting to me the most. It’s not the loud music; if anyone is guilty of such a crime, that would probably be me. They are all nice people. It has to be the fact that you hear everyone coming and going. Walls between our apartments are great. The hallway booms.
Why does the girl in number one have to always slam her door to close it? That event can make items shake in my kitchen. Number four comes home at odd hours, most commonly around or slightly ahead of sunrise. Her feet are like cement blocks. You don’t hear her walking around, you feel it. Anytime some one enters or leaves, you get the added bonus. Voices, footsteps, and the movement of clothing just carries like you can’t imagine.
I’m not picky. A lot of this just slides off of me and becomes apart of the white noise in my life. I guess being home nearly all of last week just gave me the opportunity to really take notice of it. I am about to move to a building that is triple insulated for noise and no one living below me to disturb. Two months and I’m there. This is going to be weird, but I’m sure it will be awesome.