is indeed an experience. With the exception of living in a college dorm, I've always lived in a house. Quietly. With virtually silent neighbors. Here, I'm on the ground floor next to a staircase and it would seem that everyone who lives above me cannot walk without stomping their feet. Loudly. At all hours of the day and night. No wonder Aggie and Monty bark their fool heads off! My screened lanai backs up to a sidewalk which at certain hours of the day is heavily traveled by people who cannot speak in a normal tone of voice. I am thankful every day that the uppity Latina diva with the silver BMW moved out - she was the loudest stomper/talker of all - but she has since been replaced by a two gentlemen with several children each who apparently visit only on weekends. Yikes! There is no end to the walking, running, yelling and scooters up and down the sidewalk. Back and forth, in and out - a half hour of silence - and then the cycle repeats itself. I'm an old grump - that's all there is to it!
The apartment is roughly one third the size of our old house - so we downsized quite a bit, but it was really liberating to get rid of stuff we never used. The kitchen is small but cute with few cupboards - so I have a lot of dishes and other kitchen stuff in storage. My old kitchen had 28 cupboards, a double oven and two sinks! Oh well - it's not like I really have to cook much with Tim in Pennsylvania and just me and the mutts...
The kitchen is open to the living room, which has just enough room for a sofa (a pretty sage green from Grandma's apartment...), an ottoman, one of my stained glass floor lamps and the television cabinet. I also have a book cabinet next to the front door, across from the kitchen breakfast bar. When Tim was here in January, he brought one of my Target-special tables from the office to use as a desk. I've put it right under the breakfast bar and it admirably serves the purpose. A cluttered little place to sit and write is always a good thing!
I'm using my antique iron bed and the barely-used mattress and box spring from Grandma's apartment. Unfortunately, it's one of those extra thick mattresses and not meant for short, fat people to climb into easily. Chunky Aggie can't jump up on the bed at all! I need to get her one of the pet step things - now that she's almost eleven and not as agile as she used to be.
The bedroom is actually fairly large, and aside from the weirdness of having the sink in the bedroom next to the bathroom door (the stackable washer and dryer is in the bathroom - very convenient!), it is a very pleasant room. It has a pretty big walk-in closet and room for the bed, two large nightstands (for my reading stash) and a large bureau.
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