When I first left my beautiful home I moved into a single 1 bedroom apartment in the only complex in my girl’s school attendance zone. I had to get the 1 bedroom and go on a “waiting list” for the larger 2 bedroom. At first I was a little perturbed. They stuck me in this first floor apartment in the very back. I was isolated. My patio faced the boundary fence and on the other side was a 24 hour clinic. I would never see another human being. Sitting on my patio with wonder dog Fred was quiet. Lonely even… No noise… The guy next to me backed into my truck causing a simple scratch. He left his name on number on a note under my windshield wiper. If I would of not got this note I would of never talked to anyone by this apartment.
I finally got to move to the 2 bedroom. It was in the center of the complex. Downstairs and full of the hustle bustle activity. I’m sitting here at 7:11 pm typing this looking out my window and watching people walk by. This place is like grand central station. Every neighbor makes more noise than you can possible imagine. On Friday and Saturday nights I think they have Fight Club in the parking lot. Luckily I am a sound sleeper and don’t really give a shit about noise.
I’m actually entertained. I absolutely love to be in the center of the world. I think I would prefer to live in a studio warehouse apartment above a bar in downtown Houston. I will grab a beer and sit on the patio and watch the 20-somethings argue about what-nots. Its cheap reality television for me.
My blinds in the bedroom rarely are closed. I notice that I get ready at 4:45 AM and its still dark outside. I shower and then stand naked at the sink fixing hair, applying deodorant, etc…. I leave the bathroom door open because it fogs up the mirror if I don’t. I know the people in the parking lot probably get to see my ass every morning if they would care enough to get up that early for a fun show. But due to the fact I walk Fred at 4:40 AM every morning I am all alone again. Nobody in an apartment wakes up that early. This is a night crowd place. Most of the young 20-somethings go to work in the afternoon wearing restaurant aprons, tight fitting shorts, or uniforms. I have multiple college degrees make enough money to put me in a high tax bracket and I’m living in the same type of place I drank myself silly when I was in college.
Living the dream!
I ran across this video and had to crack myself up. I think this is brilliant. I’m thinking of moving upstairs just to come up with these ideas.
What a way to pass time!