I'm never living in an apartment again. I've been residing in apartments for about the last 12 years and I feel like I've outgrown the phase of my life where I could accept that bunk.
oh boy, lemme tell you about apartments
as i've probably mentioned on here before, since autumn we've been doing major and slow moving work on our house (ripping out all the plumbing, tearing up floors, et c) so we live in a cheap shitbox apartment in the neighbouring village/town for the time being
and it's been pretty chill, it's a depressing little crappy apartment but whatever, we basically just eat and sleep here, right? at least we have peace and quiet. both neighbouring apartments used to be empty BUT someone moved into one of them a week or so ago and hoo boy
these motherfuckers are 100% amphetamine junkies because they were awake THE. ENTIRE. WEEKEND. like from friday night until monday morning they were talking non stop, vacuuming at night, vacuuming again in the morning, turning on the tv at 4 AM, just constantly talking about nonsense. and the walls in this place are just paper fucking thin.
since i'm leaving this place soon i don't even have the willpower to confront them about it. i see it as motivation to work faster on the house and gtfo of here asap. but it really, really drove home the realization that i'm absolutely fucking done with living in apartments, or in the immediate proximity of other people, forever. sometimes when you're lost in longer term projects it's just good to get a reminder of why you're doing what you're doing.