I have lived in an apartment for almost all of my adult life. I lived at home for about five months after I graduated from college, and then moved into an apartment with a roommate. That lasted about ten months, then I went and found my own apartment and I've been on my own ever since.
I get questioned a lot about this - "Don't you want to own your own house?" "Don't you want to stop throwing your money away on rent?" "Don't you want to be able to decorate and paint and make something your own?"
The answer to all of these questions is a resounding NO. I am GOOD. BACK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
I enjoy just calling my landlord if something goes wrong. I enjoy having my lawn mowed for me and my sidewalks scooped in the winter. I am good where I'm at.
Now, that being said...I do have some complaints about apartment living that I would like to air out here.
1. I am on the first level, which I originally thought was a great idea because I had a dog when I first moved into my current apartment. However, I no longer have the dog and I'm kind of thinking I need to move up, mainly because my upstairs neighbor seems to be a bit clumsy and drops bowling balls quite often.
2. Speaking of my upstairs neighbor...he is a bit of a snorer. And also, either his alarm or his ringer sound like an ice cream truck, which at first I found endearing, but now I'm kind of over it.
3. It must be his alarm, because it goes off every morning at 6:55am. Luckily this is when I am waking up, anyway.
4. My apartment complex is animal friendly, which is great. But, neighbors, please...when you are walking your dogs through the parking lot, please don't just stop in the middle and stand there on your phones. Last night, I kid you not, I could not drive through because a lady was standing right in the middle of the driving lane, on her phone, while her dog pulled on the leash. UGH. I didn't want to honk because I didn't want to give them both a heart attach, but COME ON.
5. My neighbor down the sidewalk, Underwear Man, asked me out earlier this fall. Clearly, since his nickname in my mind is Underwear Man, you can imagine I did not say yes, nor am I planning on saying yes ever in the future. But now it's super awkward, and I race past his apartment whenever I am walking in from the parking lot. Ugh.
So bottom line - I like apartment living, so leave me alone. However, if I could change all of my neighbors' behavior to match what I feel is ideal, that would be great.