I just need to complain, OK. One of the joys of living alone — there’s no one there to vent to. So, I guess you’ll have to listen. PLEASE. I just need someone to listen.

So, first, I need to find a chiropractor here in town. My back has been spasming for over a week now. This sucks. It’s going to be a while until I’m back in CA and can get adjusted. Ice only helps so much.

Second, I have decided, and you can hold me to this, I will NOT ever buy a condo. EVER. If/when I move from this apartment I want space. I do NOT want to be able to hear my neighbors annoying dog bark. I do NOT want to hear my neighbor’s music. I do NOT want to have to think about whether it’s too late to run my dishwasher or washing machine. I do NOT want to think that my neighbor are listening to me take a shower. And, I want to be able to hose off my front porch not have to sweep it.

Yes, I said I’m living here until I die or can hire someone to move me. I’m leaning towards hiring someone to move me. I’m also leaning towards acreage somewhere where my neighbors can’t bug me. Am I really that anti-social? No. I just want to be able to work without having to listen to a dog that’s not mine bark. I want to be able to watch a movie and listen to it not the movie my neighbor is listening to. I want to be able to sit on my porch or have my windows open and not have to smell someone else’s cigarette smoke. I want to be able to run to the mailbox in my pajamas. I want to be able to go to the grocery store and not worry about how much I’m buying and whether I’ll be able to carry it all up the freaking stairs in one trip.

I love where I live, don’t get me wrong. But, dang it, I’m not an apartment person. All I can say is at least I figured this out BEFORE buying something!

Till later…

(I really do feel better now !)