If you lived in an actual, detached single home all your life and now find yourself living in an apartment complex, the transition might need getting used to. I've lived in one for almost a year now and I still can't reach a conclusion on whether I like apartment living better than my old home. I've rounded up some experiences with apartment living; maybe some can relate to the struggle:
1. Wanting to yell "SHUT UP" at the noisy neighbors above you.
What in the hell are they doing up there? All the banging and stomping! Are they members of a gang and were in charge of making a few hits before dawn, dragging the bodies across the floor? Are they reenacting last year's Wrestle Mania? Did we do them wrong in a past life and now they want to eternally interrupt our napping schedule?
2. ...and then proceeding to blast your music, attempting to retort.
When, really, they can't even hear it. You're only making the people downstairs hate your guts.
3. Oh no... look down. Hopefully these people don't want to engage in conversation.
Neighborhoods are the places for fellowship, not apartments, so there's no reason to talk to people anymore. I only want to peacefully walk to my place, void of any interaction.
4. There's always something broken in the gym area.
It's the bike one day and the stair climber the next. I'm trying to love myself by working out, but instead, I'm let down by the intensely unreliable equipment.
5. Speaking of broken, is the entrance gate ever working properly?
Aren't these things supposed to be for security so no loony-bin is able to wander into our complex? Yeah, I'd like my security fee back, thanks. Also, one day I'd really just like to see Mr. Impatient's car get decked by the wooden thing.
6. Did all the smokers get together and purposely rent near me?
The guy downstairs, the people next door. Can I not have at least one segment of non-poisonous air as I walk to my door? I just love breathing in that secondhand smoke, everyone. I also adore the sound of you all hocking up every morning. Such music to my ears.
7. The lady upstairs MUST find another hobby besides playing her clarinet.
Is an animal dying up there? We know what "Over the Rainbow" is supposed to sound like... and that's not it.
8. The pool is WAY too small for parents not to control their rowdy children.
Woman: What did I say about no running? That's it, we're going home.
Me: YES! TAKE THEM HOME.
9. But hey, at least we don't have to cut the lawn anymore!
Despite all the annoying little things we must endure, apartment living is actually pretty great. Once you make the inside feel like home, it'll be more and more difficult to want the neighborhood lifestyle again.