Well, the time has come for me to say goodbye. The time has come for me to have my final moments with my apartment. After nine years of house living, we gave apartment living a try. A pretty good try. I didn’t grow up in a house. Thus, apartment living is nothing new to me. I’m comfortable in apartments. Specifically, because it often means being in a central urban location. House living, to me, is a suburban way of life and I’m not that type of gal.
Nonetheless, despite being a city girl, I’m giving up apartment living this weekend. First off, I needed more space. My shoes, handbags and dresses needed their space. My morning serenity needed a better sense of peace. The fact that the building elevator often misbehave, went rogue or didn’t come at all got tiresome. Also, at 6am I just don’t want to bump into people who I need to be nice to. Or friendly. Fake chit chat at 6am is really tiresome. I also hate having to gut all my garbage through a chute. I’m still scared of falling down one as I jam the garbage bag through the chute space. I also won’t miss all the air B and B traffic in our building. They are partly the reason for why the elevators run so slowly. They fit like 20 people into an apartment. I’m not exaggerating.
However, I do love the city views from my apartment. Way up high I can catch it all.
Oddly, I will miss being able to look into the offices all around me. It’s a funny thing to be able to do. I can make up all sorts of stories as to what is going on. It’s a cool exercise to do. I recommend doing it when you are bored.
I will miss apartment living in part because one isn’t tied down. Actually, that’s the major part of apartment living that I like. I’ve lived in 17 cities and as such I like freedom to come and go. There’s a certain sense of being like a bird when living in am apartment. But I suppose I’m ready to see what Los Angeles has to offer.