Apartment Life

[Axel Slingerland]

It's official. I hate living in an apartment. My building is 3 stories, and all of the toilets are connected and the sinks and bathtub / shower have the same water lines and draining systems. Why is that a problem? If the people on the 3rd floor get their sink or bathtub plugged, the tub overflows, the 2nd floor get a minor flood, and the rest of it ends on the floor in my bathroom, it seeps through the wall, and now the living room is flooded too. You can guess what happens when someone on the 3rd floor plugs their toilet... My neighbor calls that the Potty Lottery. Being on the 1st floor, we always win. (Oh, Joy!)

Because there a lot of very energetic kids with absolutely nothing to do, they run up and down the hallways, screaming like wild monkeys.

In the summer, the apartment is screaming hot when the AC is off. In the winter, the apartment is moderately cold if the heat is off. Thank God the AC and heat is subsidized.

After over 15 years in rustic old Victorian house that a good gust of wind made it sway, and 15 years a duplex that was 75 years old when we moved out, this the first apartment I've lived in for decades. And yes, it's official. I hate living in an apartment.

/End Rant. Sorry...

 

[Jacob Petersheim]

I've lived in numerous situations over my life. Some were terrible, others ok but with serious age issues (limited power and plumbing, roaches, weird dangerous wiring, etc.).

Apartment buildings vary, but some were probably designed and built on the cheap. There is no excuse for the plumbing you describe.

Many were never intended to house children, which partially explains problems of nowhere to play.

 

[Don Alaska]

It has been so long since I lived in an apartment that I cannot even identify with it anymore. The last time I was in an real apartment was 1975, and that was only 4 units and 2 stories--all adults.

 

[Marie Miller]

I feel your pain but apartment will not work for us until D Day.

 

[Ken Anderson]

I have always hated apartments, particularly when there were people living above and below me. For the last half of my 12 years in California, I had a townhouse and that was okay, because I had two floors, and, while there were people on both sides of me, there was no one above or below.

 

[Hedi Mitchell]

It's official. I hate living in an apartment. My building is 3 stories, and all of the toilets are connected and the sinks and bathtub / shower have the same water lines and draining systems. Why is that a problem? If the people on the 3rd floor get their sink or bathtub plugged, the tub overflows, the 2nd floor get a minor flood, and the rest of it ends on the floor in my bathroom, it seeps through the wall, and now the living room is flooded too. You can guess what happens when someone on the 3rd floor plugs their toilet... My neighbor calls that the Potty Lottery. Being on the 1st floor, we always win. (Oh, Joy!)

Because there a lot of very energetic kids with absolutely nothing to do, they run up and down the hallways, screaming like wild monkeys.

In the summer, the apartment is screaming hot when the AC is off. In the winter, the apartment is moderately cold if the heat is off. Thank God the AC and heat is subsidized.

After over 15 years in rustic old Victorian house that a good gust of wind made it sway, and 15 years a duplex that was 75 years old when we moved out, this the first apartment I've lived in for decades. And yes, it's official. I hate living in an apartment.

/End Rant. Sorry...

oh how I understand that on apartment living. now in this 108 year old house it is quite and nice about the only thing I do like in this town.

 

[John Brunner]

I lived in apartments exactly 2 year of my adult life, 1 year in each of 2 different places. I was married during the year I lived in the second apartment. We bought a house, and 3 months later we split up. There was no way I was gonna go back to apartment life (I probably would have hurt somebody), and decided to keep the house on a salary of $5/hour. Finances sucked for a very long time. But I really really hated apartment life.

I got stories of ignorant co-tenants (like the fire/rescue guy who moved into a 2nd floor apartment at 3AM, propped his door and the main door open, and yelled to his friends in the parking lot as to what to bring up next.) I do not understand people who either have no self-awareness or who plain do not care.

 

[Axel Slingerland]

oh how I understand that on apartment living. now in this 108 year old house it is quite and nice about the only thing I do like in this town.

Our original house in Eureka, California was built in 1916, the year my Dad was born. To say the least, it was a beautiful Victorian house in it's day. But the owner was a total loser, and never took care of it.

Over the years he tried to raise our rent several times. I told him the same thing every time. "If you fix the house and get it up to code, I will be happy to pay you more. But the condition of this house has seriously deteriorated since we moved in, and it is not worth half of what I already pay you." He never fixed anything. So in 2012 when we moved out because that house was killing my wife, we had been paying $500 a month for 14 years. We moved on December 1st, 2012 and by March 1st, 2013 my wife was doing so much better you wouldn't believe it. So much for the idea that drafty houses with leaky roofs don't make you sick. Perhaps they don't, but they sure don't make it easy for you to get over being sick.