B410 has become my new worse enemy. This is the third apartment we've had in this complex and by far the best until el screamo moved in. Our first place was a studio that had only a partial wall separating the bedroom from the living section. At night when I would try to drift away toward the island of sweet dreams, I’d be assaulted by either the flicker of blue lights streaming away from the tv and over the wall or the clicking of computer keys while Matt worked. After several months of misery, in addition to the sleep deprivation, we decided to move to a bigger space.
This one bedroom apartment was a building away and had a slight view of Mount Rainier, although the Puget Power Plant was the major focus. Honestly, who wouldn’t want to walk over to their window and see metal wires reaching out toward the sky every morning and night? At the time we liked having a deck, a partial view, and the little patch of grass that lay just beyond the building door. Keanu was happy, we were happy, all was well until the birds moved in next door. They seemed like normal people but they had two enormous birds, which they placed close to our bedroom wall and which they allowed to screech at all hours of the night. After a week of hearing these large birds screeching long after 10: 30 at night, I decided to complain to management. Apparently, the birds weren’t registered so the owners were made to pay and were told to quiet the creatures at a decent time. That would have been the end of our trials if it were not for their rocky marriage, which usually became apparent early Saturday mornings. “I’m not your f****** mother!” was screamed at seven in the morning and was always a great way to start the day. The two would yell and fight all morning long. It would usually end with her husband pounding out notes on his electric piano and her leaving. Or maybe she stayed, but she wasn’t speaking anymore and the music notes were appealing. That’s not to say that I wouldn’t have minded a certain level of silence emanating from the walls.
Unhappy, we moved to a birdless zone, which is where we currently reside. It’s a two bedroom apartment located closer to Lake Washington. We upgraded our view and now I can lie in bed and see the twinkling lights from across the lake. In front we have the vast field, which is a makeshift dog park, and beyond that is Boeing. Everyday Matt likes to look at the window, see the green planes on the runaway, and guess what airline will be painted on their tail. Once again we have a deck, and we love to barbeque steaks on a regular basis. Everything about this place has been wonderful until B410 moved here.
Right above us, this man is loud and heavy, since we can hear every stomp he makes. Today instead of rampaging around he decided to berate whoever was with him, and I heard every single word. The walls are thick. I have barely heard my neighbors on either side of me although I have seen them from time to time. How loud do you have to be if the people below you can follow your argument as if it was part of a new soap opera? Hopefully, he'll learn to harness that bad energy and take up yoga. Hey, I can always hope, right?
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