Apartment – Edit

I have never lived in an apartment other than the few months after I graduated and moved in with a girl I don’t even remember her name or how we met.  I don’t remember if we were upstairs, or downstairs, if we had issues with our neighbors.  All I remember was their was a police officer I was stalking, who lived in the building.  I thought he was the hottest thing alive.  In any case, I met Tiffany’s father, ended up with him for a while and moved out of the apartment.  

Fast forward to now.  I wanted to live in an apartment.  I thought it would be a good way for my children to meet new friends, but I didn’t think about the consequences of apartment life.  I didn’t ask the questions that needed to be asked, because I didn’t know they needed to be asked.  Does the apartment smell like smoke (have people smoked in the apartment, or surrounding apartments).  Does the apartment smell like dog crud from previous owners that cannot be gotten rid of?  Are there families around or teenage/college students living in the complex.  

Well… Here is what I discovered.  There are eight apartments in our complex; four on top, four on bottom.  I am in a bottom apartment with a fireplace (the only one I believe).  The previous people that lived her had two huge dogs they did not clean up after and smoke at least a pack of cigarettes each a day (two women/sisters).  I am in a front apartment.  The people in the apartment directly behind me on the bottom are a family (if you want to call it that).  The woman is a stripper, her boyfriend lives in a motel, because her two brothers, a sister and two children live with her.  They all smoke, and I can smell it through the vents.  Their kids scream and throw tatrums all night long, probably because of my neighbors directly above me who stomp from 4am to 12pm.  They stomp to stomp, they stomp songs, etc. etc.  They make as much noise as they can, because they are mad I am paying for a carport that they were parking in, but not paying for.  They say it is there place they have been parking there for a year and a half without anyone saying a word so that makes it theirs even though I am paying $40 a month for it.  When they have friends over they get them to stomp as well.  Then there are the people across from the people behind me so caticorner on the bottom from me.  His name is Aaron, his wife (who he is separated from), Kimberly, moved to another state.  He is kind of a friend, but he is a narcotics drug user.  His eyes are shifty, he wants my daughter Whitney to clean his apartment, but I have said no.  He does drug deals in front of the apartment.  He gets in someone’s car and right back out after seconds.  He only works about 15 hours a week, but has tons of money.  He also smokes, so do the people above me.  Everyone in the complex smokes.  The guy directly beside me is the only one that might be half decent, see, I have only seen him walking his dog.  He doesn’t gossip or talk to anyone, he doesn’t even use his front door, only his sliding door.  He is quiet and too himself.  Above the drug user is a single woman and her daughter.  They watch the drug users dog.  Her husband died a couple of years ago and she moved here from another state.  Not sure if it was work or family related.  Honestly, I don’t care.  

The interior of our apartment is super gorgeous.  It is a great size for my two daughters that are here and myself.  We haven’t had any complaints to the size, or space.  We enjoy it.  It fits us perfect, and much better than having our stuff spread out over five rooms.  Not sure if it will be big enough when my son Corban joins us, but I can’t imagine why not.  

Our house does reek of smoke and dog crud from the previous owners.  We light candles to mask the smell as much as possible, and we are rarely ever home.  My apartment came with a brand new washer and dryer.  The washer; however, busted Thursday night and got water all over our kitchen. I luckily caught it before it got to the floor, thank goodness, since I don’t have renters insurance.  Something I might need to look into.  I called 24 hour maintenance about the washer right away.  They said they lived an hour away and could not come out.  Um, then why the "24-hour maintenance."  They came at 11am the next morning, and said they would not be able to replace the washer for a week. 

It is an experience that you just have to live through to understand.  I don’t think we will renew our lease here, which is sad, because it is a nice apartment.  I want to know that we have good maintenance, nice neighbors, and quiet when we are trying to sleep.  It seems like there was one more thing I wanted to write about, but I can’t seem to remember. 

I did learn today that I and my family are 100% eligible for insurance through my company effective March 1st.  This is great news.

THE CAR IN THE RAVINE (This is the neighbor from behind us boyfriend’s car; The stripper).

MY HOT MARINE FROM THE LAST ENTRY

THE SAME HOT MARINE!

MY DAUGHTER IN VICTORIA’S SECRET AFTER GOING TO BUILD-A-BEAR LOL.