So don't get me wrong, I love apartment living. My first home away from home, free from parents, where I live my life by my own rules. However, this year has been quite the interesting one living on the first floor of a three-story apartment complex. When I found out I was living on the first floor, I was so ecstatic. Heck yes! I don't have to worry about climbing stairs with bags upon bags of groceries because no one actually takes more than one trip from the car inside the house with groceries. I don't have to worry about climbing the stairs after leg day— that is, if I even make it to the gym. First-floor living, I thought I had it made. Well I am here to tell you I got the shortest end of the stick there ever was.
So here are some things I have learned, experienced and complain on the daily about. If I had to guess your occupation, you all must be interior designers. At all hours of the day and night, you insist on moving furniture who knows where in the apartment. Please choose a layout and stick to it.
If the previous occupation was false, then please host your Zumba class at someone else's apartment.
Go to bed. We are in college, we need sleep. I don't know how you function at 3 a.m., but this girl needs her eight hours of sleep to even function through the day. Go to bed.
Oh, get a new choice of shoe. Either you take your cowboy boots off as you enter the apartment, or buy some slippers, because we can hear every step you take.
Implement a flush curfew, or stop drinking glasses of water before bed. We can hear you flush at least once every hour through the night. Do your duty before you go to bed. Thanks.
Do your laundry at normal hours of the day. I am not sure if you're exhausted from moving furniture all day or not, but please wash your clothes at 12 p.m., not 12 a.m.
Please learn to not be so clumsy. I understand dropping things onto the floor occasionally, maybe once in awhile. However, practice your hand eye coordination skills so we aren't started every 20 minutes when you drop your phone on the ground.
Sincerely,
Your downstairs neighbors
P.S. I will help you move out.
