Three Things Thursday: Move edition

Move that body: 2-mile walk with Denali

This post is all her fault. She asked whether I'd have a "We'll miss you crappy neighbors" post, and I thought it was a fabulous idea. Except I'm making it three things I won't miss about this dang apartment.

1. My crappy neighbors. The first real crappy neighbor was the single mom who yelled at her 3-year-old all the time, calling her a "b" and telling her that she wished she was dead. Then there was the landlord's son, who lived in the basement and beat his dog. He was replaced by the old man who has emphysema (or something like it) and hacks in the wee hours of the morning. Then, upstairs we have the single mom who has 1 a.m. bedroom sessions and partial custody of the loudest three kids and two dogs.

2. Windows that don't open. We live in an "old house," as the landlord likes to say. The windows are not new and operate on a pulley system. Some of the pulleys are broke and you need a book to prop the window open. Other windows have been painted or caulked shut. Seriously, not one window in our bedroom can allow the cool spring air to pass through it.

3. The fire station across the street. Do I even need to explain? The sirens are only compounded by the fact that there's a hospital less than a mile away. Woo, red flashing lights ... not.

What I will miss?

The grocery store that's literally across the street.
Multiple access points to the trail system.
Free cable.