Thursday, January 6, 2011

I'm feeling nostalgic

I'm pointing you my header. It doesn't really make any sense to put that in January, thought. But It's my blog, I'll do what I want! I miss the peace of the house we lived in last year, that was Papa's grandparents.

Behind us; 3km of fields and a some woods that was all us. In front of the house (header picture) The Saint-Laurent. How peaceful and relaxing!
Sometimes we could see beautiful Snowy owl, in the middle of summer, in the middle of the day!

It's been a year and a half that we moved here; no yard, cement everywhere, a scrap cloth line and a tiny balcony. But what irk me the most and that very little light enter the apartment. I feel so bad I have to open the lights in the middle of the afternoon to see what I'm working on!

But what really makes me miss the house is how free we were.

Here's the thing; after 1year and a half, our neighbour below decided they were pissed of earing Mariann walking. You know, like any 2 yr old does. They hit the ceiling whenever they can.
Mariann walking at 4 pm? 2 hits.
Mariann jumping? 3 hits.
Merrick waking for a 7o'clock feed? 2 more hits.
Laundry machine starting? 2 more hits.
Mariann replying to their hits, thinking its a game? HITTING FOR A WHOLE MINUTE like their life were in danger. And scaring a 2 yr old. Bravo.

Papa went to see them. They tried not replying the door like they weren't there (?). Papa insisted. And told us what he thought of that...

Next day, they attempted to mess with us by putting loud club music... I heard one door open, some knock on their door, their door opening, then slamming shut, then another door closed.

See, there's 2 apartment below us. Unfortunately for them, their attempt to piss us didn't really work on us, but it did piss the other guy on their floor level.

I say, If you can't tolerate other people little noise, or the way apartment are badly insulated, rent a whole house just for you.

*breath* Really, the view we had from that house's window were amazing.

1 comment:

  1. Ah, the joys of apartment living. We used to live on the second floor of a two floor building and we could hear the family below us so clearly. But instead of walking, they would drag furniture around the carpeted floors, do wood-working and the boyfriend would scream at the girlfriend (in another language), making her and their daughter cry.

    When we bought our house, I was so happy to have quiet.

    Is there a landlord/lady or management you can try talking to? I don't think a walking or jumping baby in the afternoon is unreasonable. She's a kid!

    Good luck!
    Amy Lynn


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