Last November we moved apartments, and were so excited to move into a newly renovated and such a clean crisp space. There was about one month of peace and bliss... then everything went to shit. The neighbours showed their true colours.
First, car spaces are for residence only yet our neighbours visitors would park anywhere they like including the space between our car and the letterboxes that isn't actually a car space. it made it impossible to get to your mail and/or get out of your car. Our car got side swiped, sure they came and a apologized but it wouldn't have happened if visitors would park by the road.
Second, our neighbours had lots of visitors.. and i mean lots! Across the hall would have, i swear, at least 4 groups of visitors a night while i was home. And each groups would bang loudly on the door "*knock knock* Justin! Justin you home? Justin open the door *knock knock* Justin!" then when answering the door they's keep the door open and talk/laugh loudly for a few minutes before closing, and repeated while leaving. Then upstairs neighbours, had about 5 people living in the two bedroom unit. The would also come and go many many times a day, the stairs ran along our lounge room window which they'd thump down at sprinter speed. im also convinced that their was no sound proofing between our ceiling and their floor so we heard every footstep, cry from the baby, movement of dinning chairs and every argument (which were many and at stupid hours of the night).
Thirdly, three months into our lease the landlord decides to sell the apartment. Why the frick wouldnt you have decided that BEFORE putting someone on a 12 moth lease? So we, as extremely private people who are pedantic about home security, we forced to have our living space photographed and put on the internet and then go through the Open For Inspection phase... for SIX MONTHS! Every Saturday and we insisted on being present for the safety of my antiques and precious items. A few months into the whole selling process, a massive leak/water damage appears on our kitchen ceiling... from stuffing round with the plumbing and destroying a pipe, so we also had to deal with builders and painters coming through to fix their mess.
The whole process and intrusion was so draining and depressing. Our motto for these passed 8 moths was "let the new owners deal with it".
But one good thing to come from making ourselves a bit reclusive and not going out to meet with friends or not going on photo shoots, is that ive had no influence and inspiration from the outside world. im the first one to admit that im very easily influence by those around me. Depending on my "friends" at the time can depend on what my likes and dislikes are. My last group for friends were very into bone, animal print, typical psychobilly-esk imagery. Before that was a very scremo scene, and before that super gothic artistic types. And although i do enjoy those elements, im not overly crazy about them. Everything ive grown to like over this past year has been who i feel i truly am. And oddly enough this was kind of who i was before i started letting people influence me. i like 60's vintage, floral print and indie rock, i like books, dried flowers, 50's diner rock and 90's video games. I reconnected with my old music library of The Editors, The Smiths, Strokes, Fiona Apple and Doris Day. I don't like corsets and latex and covering myself in fake blood. Selling half of my closet on ebay was the best thing i could have done. Ive shed myself of my old life and getting ready to start anew.
Next week we get our keys to our new townhouse, huge kitchen/dinning lounge area with wooden floorboards and it's own lock up garage and courtyard, with it's own clothes line so there's no competing with 14 other house holds for line space. Two bedrooms upstairs with a huge bathroom and spa bath! i feel like im winning at life. Only downside is im further from the city, but plus side. more time on the train to read my books. Starting to feel super positive again.
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