Week 1

So, from my post at the library, I am here to report about the first week in the apartment. I have learned many valuable things about living in an apartment and am here to educate all you suburban white people that have probably never set foot in one, unless you are counting the ones at college (totally doesn’t count).

For starters, things are slightly different altogether for me and my family as we have chosen the cheap way of living. No internet, 4 channels on the tv (thanks to my rabbit ears), no microwave, and a two bedroom space for all four of us. Not exactly “roughing it” however, most certainly not “living it up” either.

In my findings, it appears as though everyone who has never been to an apartment, much less lived in one, has this notion that apartments are a great place for parties and hang out. Totally not true. Maybe the million-dollar penthouse apartments in New York, but definitely not the ones normal people live in because they cannot afford a house. No, this is a cramped area that basically the whole time you are there you just want to find a corner to claim as your own because you can never truly get away from anyone. It’s alright, you didn’t know any better. I’ll admit that before moving there I had the idea that it would be small, but almost “cute and cozy.” Ahem…nope.

Each morning I am greeted by a black cat that seems to think the best way to introduce himself is by hissing at me before retreating underneath to a nearby car. Having never found cats to be particularly attractive or appealing, that cat better hope it never runs under my car, because it may not ever return. (okay…that’s a little bit of sarcasm there, but really it does not start my morning off right).

I have acquired many keys now. You must have a key for both the entry door and the apartment door. This can become a serious inconvenience at times. Also, remember that the main door is shared by who knows how many other people.

The narrow hallways remind me of a rundown hotel, dimly lit by annoying fluorescent lights. Walking past each room allows you to hear a bit of their lives for a moment, just like they can hear yours. All times during the day and the night you hear someone walking around, opening/shutting a door, or bounding down the stairs. What’s weird though is that until today I had never even seen anyone else on our floor, and today I just saw some lady taking the trash out to the dumpsters outside. We said hello but that was the extent of our meeting. I really would like to meet someone interesting.

It’s been weird, but I don’t have time to elaborate further due to a great deal of homework I must do before leaving the library in order to watch tonight’s new episode of Grey’s Anatomy! Woo! More about the apartment later…