Apartment Living

Sammy and I have been in our little apartment for two years now, and will be here for at least one more. We're so thankful to have such a great place to live, and that we genuinely feel safe here and haven't had any other major problems. 

However, there are so many weird things that come with apartment living. I don't know what exactly it is, but I've been noticing them more and more lately. Probably because I day dream about a house and all the pictures that I can put on the walls. I find so many pretty pictures, but have limited wall space. I recently made every wall a collage wall. One day I'll space things out like a normal person, and only have one collage wall, but today is not that day. 

(If you ever want to get a lot of nice pictures for cheap, check out Deseretbook.com and their gallery pads. I recently purchased the Life is Beautiful one as a graduation gift to myself.)

Since leaving the bookstore, I've also been at home more than I've ever been since we've lived here, so I'm there during the day to see the weirdness. That will soon end when I start my full time job, but the weirdness will not. Where I'm working is in a weird part of town.

Anyways, back to apartment living. I've seen some weird things these past two years. 

Once I walked outside and there was a little old lady I'd never seen before sitting in my neighbors lawn chair, packing marijuana into a pipe.

I've left the windows open and overheard neighbors meeting, and discovering that they were at the same party last weekend, and he was the one who was tackled by the cops and she was the one who was yelling at the other one.

We come home and our apartment smells like bacon and weed.

We watched a literal cat fight outside before. They sound nasty and are pretty intense.

I often wonder if the slight banging I hear on the wall is my neighbor trying to get help, since she is older and sick.

We haven't seen said neighbor in over a month. Instead, the lady with the pipe has been staying in there. We're not sure what happened. *Update- she was out of town for a month. Thank goodness she is okay!

Kids have gotten lost and violently tried to open my doors multiple times. It scares me so bad. They're pushing so hard, sometimes I'm scared my door is going to break. We always open the door and they look at us in fear, then run to their right home.

The neighborhood kids have asked when we're having our own kids. 

Once my neighbor ran out of her house with crazy eyes, asking me where my basket was. I guess she thought I looked like Little Red Riding Hood? 

After Spring Cleaning and throwing a lot of stuff in the dumpster, we found it Easter morning by our stairs, completely messed with. Someone had taken some cloth and wrapped up poles, they'd taken the leftovers of a roll of duct tape and covered things in it, ripped up some clothes. It was the weirdest thing ever. 

I know that a lot of weirder things happen in the other buildings. Luckily our building is sort of secluded from the others, and is mostly one bedroom apartments so there aren't a ton of kids. We also hear your usual yelling at night, and people banging upstairs at 7:00 in the morning on Saturdays. It's a weird life, but there's a time and a season for everything, and right now is our time to experience apartment living.