I remember my first apartment in LA. Any time I would make the slightest noise the neighbor below me would pound on his ceiling with a stick, rhythmically, for hours. Oh there's nothing like apartment living!
Things like that happen to help you appreciate a home when you have it. You're just a little spoiled from all those years of home-dwelling. :) I remember the first day in our basement apartment. I thought I was going to die with all the noise. It sounded like they were moving furniture. (They weren't.) Now? Don't even notice it... Plus, it's good to know other people are close by when you're the only one home, right?
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I remember my first apartment in LA. Any time I would make the slightest noise the neighbor below me would pound on his ceiling with a stick, rhythmically, for hours. Oh there's nothing like apartment living!
Things like that happen to help you appreciate a home when you have it. You're just a little spoiled from all those years of home-dwelling. :)
I remember the first day in our basement apartment. I thought I was going to die with all the noise. It sounded like they were moving furniture. (They weren't.)
Now? Don't even notice it...
Plus, it's good to know other people are close by when you're the only one home, right?
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