Not Situated

[why blue text? because this site won't let me change it; I've tried a dozen times]

On quiet nights like this (what? Halloween?), I love my apartment. It's big (1200 sq ft) and pretty (I especially like the wall of white stone with fireplace), and there are a lot of things to work with, lots of decorating plans to potentially enact.

Trouble is, the place is 50% placid, 50% ennervating. The "dudes" hanging out from last April (when I moved in) thru July have been quieted thanks to the firm actions of the apartment management. From July thru October, the only "problem" I had was with the maintenance room being located next door to my apartment. And I decided that I could handle those DUDES banging around. Especially after a new "old guy" was hired; he's over 50, and since his hiring, the room is no longer a hangout. (As it should never have been to begin with! Get out there and fix something, DUDES!)

As of early October , though, I have new neighbors on the other side of me: 20-something DUDES who have been blasting their music at various hours. There's also a new fat chick who lives behind me whose dog is a barker: for hours at a time, depending on when it gets triggered. Sometimes in the early morning, sometimes after 10pm, sometimes from 5pm on and on.

I can't relax. And, at $1300 per month, I want to finally be able to relax. One of the photos below shows the big stack of boxes left over from when I moved in last April: I don't want to discard them, because I might need them again this coming April! Another photo (by the kitchen table) shows a big box with an unpacked outdoor patio set. I initially bought this at my last apartment, thinking that my space there was relaxed enough to allow me to sit outside... it was not. Nor is my current space, even though it has a backyard area (fully in view of a whole bank of residents). In the spare-bedroom shot, you can see an unpacked carpet (new) plus framed turn-of-the-century Weehawken portraits that I have had from my last apartment and have STILL never hung anywhere.

I can't seem to get out of flux. Dang. $1300 should have bought me a bit of peace, I thought.