Confessions: I Love/Hate My Apartment

For all intents and purposes, for the past year and a half, I've loved my apartment. Sure, there have been minor annoyances here and there, but those come with any apartment. Or any human existence.

This month, one of my neighbors (whose apartment is structurally identical to mine) moved out, and out of curiosity, I looked for the listing to see what they would be asking for. Someone I know is looking to move to my town, so I was just poking around. The apartment across the hall is listed at a $145 hike over my current rent, and I immediately freaked out upon seeing that. Since my lease was renewed in the fall (and rent increased by a whopping $10), the building came under new ownership. So I started crafting this whole narrative in my head that they're going to raise my rent to the same as the vacant unit's, and I have to move.

I would have to move because frankly? My building ain't worth it. My apartment is the right size for me, and in the perfect location. But it's relatively old, nothing is really updated, and there are no amenities whatsoever. Two blocks away, a massive new construction is throwing my building's rinky-dinkiness into sharp relief. Out of curiosity—again—I started looking up the new construction and a few other other "residential communities" in my town. With things like gyms! And pools! And dog parks! And covered parking! And in-unit laundry! And so I decided I have to move when my lease is up in the fall. But then I decided not to. And then I decided to again. And then not to.

And then there was this week. And these are my apartment confessions.

• In my search, I become outraged when I see buildings that don't offer anything smaller than a one-bedroom apartment. Studio is plenty for me, thanks. Seriously, who needs 900 square feet!? (Most people, I know.) I'm shocked at the size of anything over 600 s.f., honestly. Tiny house life for life.

• We're having our hallways and doors painted this week. Apparently. I learned this when the very nice man who came to paint started making sounds outside my door one morning, and then cranked up the music and started singing to it. Loudly. A little heads up about the paint smell and activity would have been nice so I could have high-tailed it to a coffee shop to work for the day.

• Now that I live and work in the same small space, I'm much more annoyed by things in my building. I figure that's natural though, right? But mostly, I just feel like it's time for me to live in a NICE apartment where I don't have to feel it every time someone closes the outside door. My building, it's just...nothing special. Can a girl get some stainless steel and an in-unit washer/dryer?

• Speaking of washer/dryer. You guys, I almost went on a rampage. The other day I went downstairs to do laundry (in my unit's SINGLE coin-operated, small-loads-only washer and one dryer for 18 apartments *eye roll*) and, as always, checked that both machines were empty before I put my clothes in. As I was transferring my clothes to the dryer later, I found a pair of blue boxers that were definitely (obviously) not mine. Now, the basin is dark, and the shorts were light blue, but I figured there was a slight chance that they had been left behind and I just didn't notice. So I left them on top of the washer.

An hour later, I'm pulling my clothes out of the dryer, and I notice there's a light blue towel that's DEFINITELY not mine. Dryer basin is white—it wasn't sitting there before I put my clothes in. Nor was it in the washer when I started my laundry. I left it on top of the dryer and started to get pissed.

THEN, I get upstairs and I'm folding my clothes and there's a pair of red boxers that are 100% not mine sitting there with my clean laundry. There is no way I didn't see those before putting my clothes into the washer. I have no doubt that someone threw in their boxers and towel with my laundry. How disgusting and awful and terrible is that!? So—and here's the confession part—I threw the boxers right in the garbage and then, for good measure, I emptied my coffee grounds right on top of them. That'll show him...

• As I write this, I'm absolutely seething over the volume coming from below me. My downstairs neighbor has this old radio that emits a frequency so low, I swear it's a vibration under my floor. I can hear everything so crystal clear and it's driving me insane. My TV is up to an uncomfortably high volume and it's still not drowning it out. I can feel it in the back of my throat, like when you stand next to the speaker at a concert. I've asked him to turn it down before, but it always comes right back up to this volume. Also, he's like 100 years old so I feel bad getting angry at him for this life's simple pleasure, but I cannot explain the rage I feel at the audible intrusion.

• Shameful moment of truth: Sometimes when he cranks it super loud, I get a little heavy in my footsteps out of both frustration and also kind of wanting to gently suggest that HEY BUDDY SOUND TRAVELS. But it never works and it stays loud and I feel like a jerk but also it kind of makes me feel better to stomp. I am a terrible person.

• The doors to the building are right under my unit, and there's the inside locking door and the outside door that opens into the little vestibule. Every single day, for whatever reason, at some point or points someone leaves the inside door propped open to go in and out of the building. Know what happens then? It doesn't give that vacuum effect and when the outside door closes, it slams with the force of 10,000 suns. And it shakes my entire apartment. Literally, you can hear things on shelves knocking together and the glass shaking in picture frames. It's so forceful it's actually made me jump in startle before. It's also super fun when it's two a.m. and the guy next door goes out for a cigarette and props the inner door open because he's apparently too lazy to use his key for two seconds and the ground shakes below me and I'm actually woken up. Super fun.

I told my super about this and asked if he could just put in a hydraulic door closer (like, $50 at Home Depot) because hey, my apartment shakes when this happens, and he said that people shouldn't be propping the door open at two a.m. Yeah, I know. But they do. And it's also incredibly disruptive during the day too, and when it happens it usually goes on for at least five or six times. Maybe it's a small thing, but it's a big thing when it's where you live and work and you literally have no idea what silence is anymore because you live in the loudest place on earth.

Sigh. Thanks, you guys. This has been so therapeutic. But also not because I can't move for more than half a year. Feels good to vent though. I'm back to obsessively looking up floor plans and pet policies for buildings I won't be able to even look at for several more months. Cheers!

Linking up with Sarah & Alanna and Kathy & Nadine.

Comments

  1. Apt living is hard, the walls are thinner and you can hear things you just normally wouldn't in a house!! When I was home sick a few years ago...I was going stir crazy and decided we needed to move - that I hated our apt lol!! Clearly we didn't move! xo, Biana -BlovedBoston

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  2. Whew. That's a lot of angst. It's good to get it out. We pay an arm and a leg in rent, but I have to remind myself that our apartment is awesome (studio AND washer/dryer in unit), we have a garage in the downtown area, the gym is a perk, the salt water pool is a perk, the fire pit and grilling station are a perk, and the ability step outside into one of the most happening places in our city is a HUGE perk. I flip flop like crazy because I want more disposable income that isn't already tied up in rent -- but then we don't get all dis stuff. UGGH. #lifeishard #firstworldproblems Hang in there, friend!

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  3. Oh boy! That's tough. I hate sharing laundry but luckily the building I live in has four washers and dryers on each floor so I can't really complain.

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  4. OMG I would have lost it if I found a strangers BOXERS in my laundry. Ick ick ick! I do not miss apartment living at all; but homeownership is not all it's cracked up to be either. Anytime something little breaks or needs a repair, I freak out that the whole house is going to come caving down!

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  5. I totally get where you are coming from with the size thing. What on earth does a single person need 900 square feet for? Really? Just a waste. The last building I lived in was so rickety there were all kinds of issues and it drove me nuts but the apartment was a great size and price.

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  6. This healthy rant has been fantastic and entertaining. I'm hoping you find something for the Fall that suits you better, that's so tiny and has no underwear mixers, that has thicker walls and better neighbors, with all the natural lighting and a view to the world around you, a great start and stop to whatever running route you choose, and a comfy cozy place to continue paving your way in your career.

    In the meantime, keep stomping!

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  7. ugh, bad/inconsiderate neighbours are the worst. it's why we moved from a semi to a fully detached home; we could hear the neighbour's kids running up and down the stairs every single minute and it drove me crazy.

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  8. I live in a townhouse that is part of an attached group of four townhomes. I therefore miss out on a lot of the disadvantages and annoyances of apartments, although slammed doors echo through.

    The strange boxers would be a bit of a shock anywhere!

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  9. oh lawd. this sounds like absolute hell. we only lived in an apartment for a year and then moved to a house but we had a lot of issues. it seemed like everyone else was a smoker (we only had 8 apartments in our building) and they always stood right at the entrance, it was so disgusting to constantly walk through it. also, our neighbours across the hall would have their TV going non stop. nightmare! i'm sorry you have to live / work in this but obviously i know (hope) it's not all bad and hopefully the time remaining on your lease goes by fast!

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  10. Hahahahahahaha he deserved to have coffee grinds dumped on his nasty man panties! Apartment living is the worst, I dont miss it at all. Not even a little.

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  11. omg nooooooooo, someone did not put their laundry in with yours!!!! I would have totally freaked out if someone was outside my door doing something- I don't blame you for being annoyed they didn't let you know in advance. I think you are 100% right, that these things are all bothering you now because you're home more often. But at least now you have time to decide if you want to move and you've done your research!

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  12. I'm a weirdo. I'm 42, and I like apartment living. My husband has successfully pulled me out of apartment dwelling, but he had to pull. The last apartment I lived in was probably the oldest one I'd ever lived in, but I loved its location and coziness. But, there were things that annoyed me about it too, so I'm feeling this whole post. Totally feeling it.

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  13. I completely feel ya on this! I don't know if any there any apartments out there that don't have super thin walls or loud neighbors. The laundry thing would have really freaked me out! Good for you for tossing the shorts AND your coffee grounds on them. :)

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  14. Oh my goodness- so many flashbacks!!! I lived in an apartment that pretty much sounds exactly like yours for about a year on my own. I loved the simplicity of apartment life, but hated the people who lived above me, and the door-slamming/shaking the whole building thing was a daily occurrence. Laundry room etiquette also did not exist for some people (I cannot believe someone threw their underwear in with your stuff, ugh!) Happy apartment-hunting though, fall will be here before you know it ;)

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  15. That laundry thing? Disgusting. And inconsiderate. And just one of the dozens of reasons I'm glad to be done with apartment living. Even if we were to downsize our house, I would just go into a smaller house. Especially since I work from home, all the things that frustrate you would get on my nerves as well. And I'm old and have zero tolerance for those types of annoyances.

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  16. I feel like knowing where you live makes this all the more hilarious and simultaneously sad. Honestly the annoyingness of not having in-unit laundry is largely what made us buy a house (although we don't have one in our apartment now, but the laundry room is right next door so it's basically the same thing). But thankfully no one has ever put their laundry in with ours, like who does that?! I really do love your apartment but if you can get a place with better amenities you should go for it!

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  17. Ugh, shared laundry rooms are the worst. My husband's brother and his wife once had their towels switched for someone else's much less nice towels lol. I think that red boxer guy may have deserved his boxers to be tossed.

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  18. I would lose my shit if I found someone else's clothes in my laundry. LOSE IT. And I'd definitely stomp around if he kept cranking it up. I mean, he probably can't even hear you stomping! Even though you can't move for awhile I hope you find something better, or at least quieter!

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  19. Oh my gosh, I seriously would be beyond pissed about the laundry. That is absolutely horrifying, not to mention insanely rude. People have absolutely no respect (or patience for that matter). I would have a hard time living in an apartment -- I can be such a grump! If there are nice apartments near by for a good rate that would be awesome!

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  20. Ugh!!!! That would drive me crazy. My old downstairs neighbors were always fighting at all hours and were sooo obnoxious. I don't miss them... I just miss everything else about my apartment :( I'm always looking at apartment buildings and their pet policies. I want in-unit laundry, SS appliances, and if I'm being greedy, an elevator!

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