I
know, i know, that doesn't sound glamour whatsoever but it is
unfortunately true. The studio I live in is so freaking small and the
walls are so freaking thin that I can pretty much hear anything that
is going on in the building. OK, maybe i'm exaggerating a little. But
just a little.
I
have quite a few neighbors since there are 20 studios in the
building. Let's not talk about the dirt-bag in 42, just mentioning it
might give my man rashes. But the girl just above us uses heels to walk (and it's annoying you have no idea) and I can hear when she
pees. It's kinda gross and I thought, ok, let's just imagining that
she's doing the dishes but the water falling in the sink does not
make the same sound as the piss hitting the water in the toilet! On
the plus side, I can't hear when she poops, thank God.
The
neighbor just next to her, so not directly above us, is apparently a
gamer. We can hear it cursing at his computer when he loses,
especially in the evening. He drives this big ass jeep/pick up truck
and drives in the parking lot like a maniac.
We
also have an old man who makes me sad every time I see him because
it's a residence for students mainly and he doesn't seem to have
friends, a single dad who gets his kid once every fortnight, a slightly handicapped guy who always wants to sell me his furniture
(especially stuff I so don't have room for like a couch and a washing
machine (no idea how he fits it in his studio!!)), a couple of
“doudou” as we call them (they're from Martinique), a guy who
must be playing soccer since I always seem him with a big sports bag
and a ball, a student whose mom and younger sister come visit on the
week end, a guy with a scooter that he locks on the bar of his
window, a cherry tree, a stray cat, an occasional hedgehog and
magpies my cats are dying to catch (I don't think they've ever seen a
bird that big).
All
in all, a pleasant place to live, if it wasn't for that ass in 42 and
for the 20 square meter we live in.
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