The Joys of Apartment Living

While we have been waiting for our sea container to arrive, we have been staying in a furnished apartment. The apartment is nice--much better than sleeping on an air mattress and eating from paper plates in an empty house! At the same time, it has reminded us of the hardships that can accompany apartment living.

On the second night of our stay, we were awakened at 2:30 am to the awful sound of our upstairs neighbors repeatedly hacking (I don't mean coughing) at *something*. Brian dared to ring their doorbell and inquire if everything was okay. "Oh, sorry," the man replied, "We're cutting chicken. We will try to keep it down." Of course, I was skeptical of our neighbors until I saw them carrying several small dishes of food out to their cars that afternoon.

Two weeks later, we were awakened at 1:15 am to the sound of a finger tapping on our bedroom window, followed by a similar knock on our front door. We peered through the slats of our blinds to find a tall man standing in front of our door. "Can I help you?" Brian asked. "Oh, I think I got the wrong apartment. But...is Pooh there?" "No."

Can't wait to move into the house.