Welp, the neighbors have moved out. I can't tell you how amazing it is to be able to sit in the living room in silence. We can keep the windows open longer than five minutes and NOT smell cigarette smoke. It's simply wonderful. We went to the leasing office this afternoon to renew our lease ( yay!) and he told us that they destroyed the apartment. Profanities all over the walls. Blegh. I feel bad for maintenance. But anyway, it feels good to like being home.
Random thought: When I was living at my parents, tidiness was never a concern for me. My room was always a mess and I never cared. Sure once in a blue moon I decided to clean the closet or something but it wasn't something that took up a lot of thought space in my brain. But now!! I don't know if it's the being married and more domesticated thing but if something isn't put back right, it nags me till it's fixed. Like when I put the toothpaste on the counter instead of in the drawer where it belongs my brain just freaks out and keeps bugging me till I put it away. Or if there's too much clutter in the apartment( the kitchen especially) it bugs the crap out of me! What the heck?? I won't lie...when I moved in after the wedding and about a week or so went by and the bathroom started getting dirty, the kitchen got messier etc, it dawned on me that "oh...that's MY responsibility now". Sad, I know. But my cleaning experience went as far as the chores my mom gave me, and I was never a fan. I really am still not a fan of cleaning at all. Yeah, there is a certain appreciation to feeling accomplished after cleaning a room. But staying on top of it is the real issue for me. I really am trying to get better, and I think I have since the wedding, but it needs to be more routine for me. I'm reading a book on how to be organized. I'm enjoying it, strangely enough but I have some new fun ideas on how to utilize what space we have in the apartment. Organizing closets and cabinet space. It really is quite fun. The book also talks about making lists for each day and what chores to accomplish. But...why can't everything be dust free?? Why can't the carpet stay clean?? Though we don't do much entertaining, I think I should act as though people could pop in whenever. Like, would I really want them walking in when there are papers scattered everywhere, chinchilla food on the floor, dirty dishes all over the counter??? Probably not. If nothing else, I should keep it clean for Kyle. He goes to work all day to give us a place to live and I really have no right to let it get so nasty. See? Make myself feel guilty and maybe I'll suck it up and clean something.
Anyway....I think in my old age I enjoy being organized a lot more. I like lists, I should use them more. I like reorganizing rooms but hate dusting. Eh, I'm changing each day. I'm still so naive and immature, but things like being organized is a step towards maturity, I think anyway. Take it all a day at a time.
Life is good. :-)
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Peace and Quiet
I always enjoyed babysitting, I still do in my old married age :-) Getting to play with cute little kids and them actually enjoying your company and attention. They beg their parents to let you babysit again soon. Until they reach a certain age that is. Seems like that age is getting younger and younger. They start acting out and doing their own thing. They don't listen to your parents so why would they even think about listening to you? I didn't enjoy those babysitting jobs as much if at all. I could branch off into many different directions at this point like how this generation is just pathetic and lazy and yuck. But today, my beef is about respect or lack there of. Mostly the latter. Oh and common sense.
Kyle and I live in an apartment we rent in a nice area. It's not in the city for which I am thankful for. We have had no problems living here up until a month or two ago. We understand that it's an apartment therefore, things will not always be quiet and "normal" Normal being what we were used to living in our parents houses. So over the months, we've gotten used to the noises and people and junk that comes with living here. And we were doing quite well, until these teenage looking children moved in next door. Apparently every night is a party night. They are loud and destructive and they have no respect at all. The cops have been over there twice I believe. That I know of. We've(along with others) complained to management about them. Its been months and they're still not gone. As far as we can tell the person who is supposed to be living there doesn't work or have a car. There are people coming and going all 24 hours of the day slamming doors, yelling, screaming, jumping, hopping, throwing things against the joint wall. And the list really does go on. The biggest question I have( out of many) is how does the question "Is this disturbing the neighbors? Will they be annoyed? Is what I'm doing being respectful to the people around me?" Granted this is more than one question but whatever. This is just pure vent now.
Now sadly I have a very short fuse. I am very quick to anger. Too quick. Though the worst I've done is punch the drywall who knows what I'll do. And I HATE that. I hate that I have to live somewhere where I can't be comfortable. I need to work on my anger. But it's gotten to the point where Kyle, who is the most patient person I know has gotten annoyed with it. It's affecting me, it's affecting him, which in turn is affecting our marriage. It's been a struggle, mostly for me to keep it under control. I am not proud of that at all. But in my defense...how stupid and idiotic does one need to be to not know where the respect line is. Common sense people! You live in an apartment building, you have people below you, beside you, behind you, all around you and you don't have enough sense to behave like a human being. Maybe that's the problem. People are becoming dumber by the day if you ask me. Parents don't raise their children right, or at all which possibly leads to kids having kids then those kids grow up not knowing how to act like a human. It's all so barbaric.
Through all this venting, I don't think I feel much better. I feel like all we can do( all we've been doing) is sitting here, listening to them be animals and being the better person. Taking the high road. Retaliation is sinking to their level. We've complained. The laws been there. What else is there to do. Our lease is soon up and if they don't move I do not want to stay. If we leave, and tell management why, why would they care. All we are is a space to fill then. People need places to live. No one cares what we say or the reasons we're displeased. Where in the world and at what point in our lives do we get the respect that we deserve?? I've yet to see it and it makes me sick.
So now that I think I'm done....this whole experience makes me want a house in the middle of nowhere. Not that I wouldn't have wanted that before but ya know. Now I feel like there's no other option for us to live sanely.
It's hard to love people. Almost impossible to tolerate them.
Kyle and I live in an apartment we rent in a nice area. It's not in the city for which I am thankful for. We have had no problems living here up until a month or two ago. We understand that it's an apartment therefore, things will not always be quiet and "normal" Normal being what we were used to living in our parents houses. So over the months, we've gotten used to the noises and people and junk that comes with living here. And we were doing quite well, until these teenage looking children moved in next door. Apparently every night is a party night. They are loud and destructive and they have no respect at all. The cops have been over there twice I believe. That I know of. We've(along with others) complained to management about them. Its been months and they're still not gone. As far as we can tell the person who is supposed to be living there doesn't work or have a car. There are people coming and going all 24 hours of the day slamming doors, yelling, screaming, jumping, hopping, throwing things against the joint wall. And the list really does go on. The biggest question I have( out of many) is how does the question "Is this disturbing the neighbors? Will they be annoyed? Is what I'm doing being respectful to the people around me?" Granted this is more than one question but whatever. This is just pure vent now.
Now sadly I have a very short fuse. I am very quick to anger. Too quick. Though the worst I've done is punch the drywall who knows what I'll do. And I HATE that. I hate that I have to live somewhere where I can't be comfortable. I need to work on my anger. But it's gotten to the point where Kyle, who is the most patient person I know has gotten annoyed with it. It's affecting me, it's affecting him, which in turn is affecting our marriage. It's been a struggle, mostly for me to keep it under control. I am not proud of that at all. But in my defense...how stupid and idiotic does one need to be to not know where the respect line is. Common sense people! You live in an apartment building, you have people below you, beside you, behind you, all around you and you don't have enough sense to behave like a human being. Maybe that's the problem. People are becoming dumber by the day if you ask me. Parents don't raise their children right, or at all which possibly leads to kids having kids then those kids grow up not knowing how to act like a human. It's all so barbaric.
Through all this venting, I don't think I feel much better. I feel like all we can do( all we've been doing) is sitting here, listening to them be animals and being the better person. Taking the high road. Retaliation is sinking to their level. We've complained. The laws been there. What else is there to do. Our lease is soon up and if they don't move I do not want to stay. If we leave, and tell management why, why would they care. All we are is a space to fill then. People need places to live. No one cares what we say or the reasons we're displeased. Where in the world and at what point in our lives do we get the respect that we deserve?? I've yet to see it and it makes me sick.
So now that I think I'm done....this whole experience makes me want a house in the middle of nowhere. Not that I wouldn't have wanted that before but ya know. Now I feel like there's no other option for us to live sanely.
It's hard to love people. Almost impossible to tolerate them.
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