*sigh*

[hkellick]

There's alot to be said for living in your own house for so long and being thrust into an apartment. I'm beginning to wonder if I chose the wrong apartment. Alot more on this when it isn't 1:30 AM.
I don't know how things were always like for, for example, Kristen or Jen and Robby, but I was just woken up at 1:30 AM by some guy coming home, going upstairs and turning his speakers on loudly, loud enough for the bass to wake me up and not let me go to sleep (though the entire apartment is still a foreign place and a little scary). So I closed my eyes again hoping it would go away.. no such luck.
Went upstairs and knocked on the guy's door three times. He finally comes out... with a gun. I ask him to turn his bass down. He asks if I just moved in and I say I had. He said he thought I was a robber.
He turns the bass down.
But... Jesus.. do robbers rob you by knocking on your door first?

Hopefully from now on he'll remember I'm down here and we won't repeat this.
Hopefully.

I just wanna go home now :(

*tries to go back to sleep*

And, for that matter, why the hell is the kitchen sink only leaking when I turned all the water off? Or, if the water isn't off, how come I can't get more than a trickle from the kitchen.

*sigh*

Please please please may this apartment work out. May it NOT be a huge nightmare. Please.

Comments

[kareila]

Annoying music, yep. Heck, we get that even now from the people who live across the street from us. They've got a brat who plays loud bass and practices on the drums at odd hours.

Firearms, not so much. Gleep. Hopefully the thing with your upstairs neighbor was just a rough start and won't happen again.

[dawnstar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've lived in a lot of apartments now - two with my mom and then several since then, and I've seen all variety of things. Loud sex, loud music, various problems with the apartment itself, etc.

It's not going to be perfect, but I always found great comfort in remembering that it was /mine/. Especially the first place I had that was just my own. That was a great feeling.

The first night is always hard, but you slowly get used to the energy in a new place as little by little, that energy becomes your own. :)

[phoenixsong]

First apartment with Rick: someone downstairs from us had a game system that sounded like it was attached to a sound system. They regularly played this at about 8-9am on Saturdays.

Second apartment with Rick: mostly OK, except this time we got a downstairs rather than upstairs apartment. So we heard the IVCF people who lived upstairs from us at all sorts of odd hours walking around, playing music, etc.

This place hasn't been too bad in terms of neighbors -- I think I've only heard them having sex once (and for their sakes, I'm hoping it was "only once" because of the odd hours I keep!). The most annoying thing here (aside from expressway and hospital) has been how slow maintenance can be about fixing things. Probably has much to do with the fact that we're now on our FOURTH office manager since I moved in -- and I think the current is the third in the last year and a half.

*hugtight* Love you muches and bunches, and hopefully you're getting to sleep in this morning somewhat.

[alierak.livejournal.com]

We lived on campus before getting a real apartment. If anything dorms are less private. You only get one room, you don't have your own bathroom, etc. Footsteps in the hall, music at odd hours, all kinds of conversation. But at least we knew all our neighbors, and we had just as much of a fucked-up sleep schedule as they did. Noise complaints went both ways. Maintenance was extremely prompt when we reported something like a broken radiator valve, but never did anything about the fact that 180-degree boiler water came out of the hot water faucets and showers.

After that we moved to married student housing, which was sort of like a real apartment except cleaner, higher, and with no hint of neighbors. The walls and floors were concrete so you could barely hear anything from one apartment to the next. You could hear things from the hall pretty well, though, which made it hard to tell whose door someone was knocking on, etc. We'd occasionally have something like a clogged sink, and the maintenance guy would show up within a couple days.

So I guess we've only had one real apartment, which was at Chandler Pond in Brighton. We still didn't really meet any neighbors there, we had a "balcony" which was at eye level with the parking lot, and we had an unreachable landlord who didn't speak English. We got noise complaints for having wind chimes, or even so much as a tarp on the balcony, and our upstairs neighbors had a small child who would run around the room and play the piano at all hours. On the rare occasion that we needed something fixed, I either fixed it myself to avoid the hassle (e.g. kareila kicked a hole in the wall), or left it for the next people to figure out long after we were gone.

Here in Watertown, what kareila said about the guy across the street. It's generally very quiet though. We get along reasonably well with the landlord, who can apparently pull strings with plumbers and such to get them here within a day. No complaints, really, except it's expensive so we have to split it with xel_.

No guns that I know of, anywhere we've been. Gleep indeed.

Re the kitchen faucet, maybe you've turned all the cold water off and it's leaking hot? I dunno, but if it's really broken try calling the landlord / maintenance person.