Am I growing out of living in an apartment complex?
The answer is “yes”.
I love my apartment for all of its old quirks; the porcelain sinks, the wood floors, and the view of the Mississippi River. However, my neighbors have a bit to be desired.
Here’s a map of my sleep pattern last night:
9:30 pm went to bed because I’m lame.
9:45 pm-2:30 am slept soundly
2:30 am-awakened by downstairs neighbors playing music and talking
3:30 am-still awake, now listening to thumping and groaning.
3:35 am-now wide awake due to high-pitched fake-sounding scream (way to go).
3:35-4:15 am-thrashing about trying to get back to my comfortable spot.
4:15 am-other neighbor’s smoke detector goes off.
4:17 am-after listening to loud beeping for two minutes, I decide to venture into the hallway to make sure there is not a fire.
4:18 am-no fire to be found; no neighbors to be found either. Beeping continues.
4:20 am-turn on fan. hide head under pillow.
5:00 am-Car alarm starts blaring in the parking lot adjacent to my bedroom. Awesome.
8:00 am-Step into the hallway to breathe in the faint aroma of weed. Apparently, I’m living next to some wake and bakers.
8:30 am-Arrive at work and start looking for a new home.