It has happened, I finally have upstairs neighbors and it only took about a week. Finally I can complain about the people above me stomping and sounding like they are having a jumping parade. River dancing much?
Last night when I had my head in the trashcan (oh yeah I was sick, fell asleep at the toilet) I thought I heard people moving in and a dog barking. No, I say, this empty building could not be inhabited by humans and it's just my sick nerves that is imagining all of this. Well apparently not.
When I moved into this building there was NO ONE in it. I had the choice of any room I wanted. I knew I did not want first floor because of all the first floor terror stories, and with there being no elevator, I thought of lugging items up to the very top floor, which is how I decided on the one I am in.
Damn it, damn it, damn it. In college I was on the 4th floor (and had an elevator) and never had to worry about people above me. I should have done like college Megan. Right now, it sounds like the person may be wearing heels and strutting around the place getting dressed. Oh joy, even less parking places, and even more noise. This is going to be GREAT when I get my migraines during my period and even the sound of an opening and closing door can cause me to vomit.
Why oh why did I not pick the top floor? Would an extra flight of stairs really be that much of an issue? So far I think I'm just excited to complain about the people upstairs because honestly, the heel walking is not a bad thing. I mean I walk hard as hell and feel so sorry for the poor sap who will hear my stilt walking all hours of the night. I am a night owl and instead of flying, I gallop all throughout my place. Not an issue before, but now, haha I need to be more conscious of my walking I guess.
Stop it out!
Megan
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