Reasons I don’t like living in the condo…
- It feels so tiny. Part of it is the fact that I am used to living in a spacious home and part of it is the fact that I am living amongst towers of boxes that are going to stay packed up until we make the real move to Vegas later this summer. But I constantly feel like I’m crashing into things.
- There is only one sink in the master bathroom. I know, it’s kind of a silly little thing, but my husband and I have not had to share a sink at all in the short duration of our marriage and we’re certainly not about to change our ways now. In fact, that is one of our requirements for a home in The Vegas… two sinks.
- I have people living on each side of me. I can hear sounds in their homes, which makes me paranoid that they can hear me as well. Can they hear me vacuuming my home?
- Morons that park in my parking spot. I have two reserved parking spots for the condo and people are constantly parking in them. That’s frustrating, but it’s more frustrating for my hubby when he gets home from work in the middle of the night to find that the parking spots are occupied.
- My next door neighbor is a human ashtray. He is about 100-years-old and he has probably been smoking for 95 of those years. His smoking makes my house smell. Plus, he sits on his front porch and smokes, he sits on his back patio and smokes and he keeps his doors open so there is no escaping the smoke unless I leave home completely. As an asthmatic I am very sensitive to smoke and have developed a lovely smoker’s hack since moving in to the condo.
- I had to scrape the frost off my car windows this morning. I haven’t had to do that in years. Of course, if Spring would actually arrive then I wouldn’t have to scrape the windows. Spring is supposed to be here now, it’s just taking a vacation to spite me.
Weather Check: 41�
Song Playing Now: Um… I don’t know. It’s some radio station via iTunes. They were playing an alternative song before, but now it sounds like I’m listening to elevator music.