rtment strictly from what I knew about it from the Internet. I love the place, everything is really nice and new... we have no problems with things breaking down, or looking bad. It's a great place.That being said, I must vent some frustration about my neighbors.
I live in a college town. I know there are lots of young adults living here while they go to school, and I know they have roommates who are also going to school. Parties happen... you have to relax somehow. School is stressful. We knew there was going to be noise, and we were prepared for it... we were not prepared for the degree of it though...
The first night we were here, the downstairs neighbors (I am on floor 2 of a 3-story building) were watching The Matrix. How do I know? Because I could hear every word clear as day. We didn't have our beds yet, so we slept on pillows and blankets... we could feel the vibrations from the speakers of their television in the floor. It was really loud. We didn't bang on the floor even though it was really late... we were new to the building and we didn't want to be horrible from day one.
Unfortunately, the loud television watching continued... almost every night. I have always had trouble sleeping, so its really frustrating to me when I am feeling like I could fall asleep but someone is being very loud. After a couple weeks I got fed up and I started thumping on the floor to give them the "hint" they were annoying the rest of the building. The loud television stopped when the people living there moved. I was really excited when I saw them moving their mattresses from my window.
The neighbors who live across the hall never bothered us. We never heard a peep from them, but early one afternoon their upstairs neighbor ran down the stairs extremely pissed off. She pounded on their door and when the guy opened the door she said something like, "You know something? I almost called the cops! I will not live upstairs and listen to this! I won't let my kids hear that... I won't." The guy looked sheepish and stared at the floor (I heard the commotion and was watching from my peephole to see what the drama was about). He nodded and said, "okay" and closed his door.
I told roomie what happened and he guessed their might be some verbal or physical abuse going on and the woman didn't want to subject her kids to that. It made sense.
Not long after the downstairs neighbors left, new neighbors moved in upstairs from us. We went up and introduced ourselves with an offering of cookies... we wanted to welcome them to the building.
Our upstairs neighbors have a dog. It's tiny and adorable... very friendly. I love him... unfortunately, this dog loves to run around and play ball in their apartment. Your will hear, "Bah-boom!" and then the sound of little paws running after the ball. We don't mind that the animal plays... we are huge animal lovers. We just don't like that they play this game at 2 or 3 in the morning. Give me a break!
Last night they were at it again. Roomie and I were in our separate bedrooms and we were both trying hard to fall asleep with the noise. Roomie finally got fed up and stood on his bed and banged on the ceiling to get them to shut up... he hit the ceiling three times. "Boom, Boom, Boom."It was quiet for about 15 seconds, and then they started banging back... louder than I have ever heard before. I would almost believe they were practically jumping up and down with both feet because the ceiling shook. When this happened, the ceiling fan in the living room shook hard, and one of the light bulbs sparked and then went out. The noises then continued at the same pace as roomie banged on their ceiling... "Boom, Boom, Boom.... Boom, Boom, Boom." They were doing it on purpose.
Roomie was really pissed off, and I told him to calm down and not go up there to "have a talk" with them because you never know what people are going to do in situations like these. Would they act with force? Do they have a gun? Knife? You just never know...
I made him promise to let it go for the night, and we went to the apartment complex office building this morning. We told the girl what happened (she was new) and told her we didn't want to seem like we were "complainers" and that we did our best to be good neighbors, but we just couldn't take it anymore. We were fed up, and going to the office was the last straw. The girl was very empathetic, and she promised to tell her supervisor and get someone to stop by to take a look at the ceiling fan that shorted out. She kept her word, and they were given a warning (there was already another one on their file from a different neighbor).
We are a little concerned about what they will do about this... they have to know it was us who complained because of the banging back and forth...
I just re-read the post to check for errors (and I always miss them, so I don't know why I bother...) and it does come across like I am a grumpy person who demands quiet all the time. I want to make clear that isn't the case. It's crazy! I want it to stop!
I can't wait until I win the lottery so I can buy a home in the middle of nowhere and not have to put up with all this crap!!!
Sydney