Thursday, July 30, 2015

Top 10 Things I Dislike About Apartment Living

Now that we only have a little over a month left in our small one bedroom apartment, I thought I would share my top ten list of what I dislike about living in an apartment.

Number 10:  The fitness room. The treadmills work occasionally and it is the only fitness room I have every seen where the treadmills face a wall of windows and the TV`s are on the side walls. It is impossible to watch TV while working out on any of the treadmills.

This is our mail center and our tiny little
mail boxes.
Number 9: Community mailboxes. Getting my mail involves, leaving the apartment, locking the door, walking to the mail center, unlocking the tiny box, getting the crammed mail out, then walking to the office to pick packages that have not been put in one of the small package mail boxes, putting the security code into the gate, and then walking back to the apartment to our barking dog that has been standing by the door waiting for my return.


This is the open security gate.

Number 8: The security gate that is not all that secure. The gate works maybe 75% of time and people just follow cars in after the residents open the gate with their fobs. If you wait long enough outside the gate you can draft in behind a resident. NASCAR style!

Number 7: The small, small, small kitchen. You can stand in one place, turn and use the stove, oven, microwave, sink, dishwasher and get into the refrigerator. There is no counter space and even less cabinet space. The only positive thing about this kitchen is that it only takes about 3 minutes to clean.

Edy`s private piece of poop real estate
Number 6:  I miss letting my dog out the back door so she can do her business. I took for granted the simplicity of just opening the door and letting her out. At the apartment I having to put her on the leash, walk her to the very small grassy area by our patio, of course she has to bark at everyone driving or walking by, and then I have to bag the fruits of her labor in the brightly colored poop bags that we put in the illegal patio poop bag pot.

Number 5: Sleeping with the air conditioner unit right outside the bedroom window. This is Texas and the air conditioner is on all the time.

One of the our rows of garages.

Number 4: The walk to the garage to get my car. There is not a garage near our apartment, so we had to rent 4 garages that are spread all over the complex.  They are not easy to get into because of the parking spaces in front of them. I am never excited to come home late and have to make the trek from the garage to the apartment by myself. Thankfully we have the "security gate" at our complex.


All of these cars are pointed right at the
windows of the ground floor apartments.

Number 3: Headlights into the bedroom. Our apartment is on the bottom floor and in the front of the building right near the parking spaces. So all night long people are pulling into the parking spaces and shining their headlights right into our bedroom. It is like sleeping on the highway to dreamland.




The dreaded patio poop pot!

Number 2: The walk to the trash dumpster. I am so tired of dragging my trash across the apartment complex to throw it away. We make a lot of trash, not to mention the dog poop bags. I have actually driven the trash to the dumpster in the back of my SUV. Hate It!

Number 1: The barking dogs upstairs. Who needs an alarm clock when you have the running, jumping, barking dogs above you. They start at 6 am and can go on for hours. Good Morning Cujo!


The above video was taken while I was in bed one morning listening to the dogs upstairs. I am sorry if the video does not work, I am even sorrier that I had to hear it in real time.

We have lived in this one bedroom "temporary" housing apartment for almost 15 months and as much as I disliked the wait we had to sell and to buy a home, I am still very grateful for a clean safe place to lay my head at night.















   


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