As you may remember, I moved to a new condo over the summer. Adjusting to my last place was a bit of a challenge as there was never a moment of peace or quiet. Imagine if Grand Central Station and Hell had babies. Yes, plural. The paper-thin walls (practically curtains, really), and endless noise made me wish I could crawl into a soundproof box and go to sleep. I drew up plans for an underground soundproof bunker, but I couldn’t get the permit; apparently you have to actually own the property you want to enhance. So stupid.
After I moved, all was right with the world again, except for occasionally hearing my new neighbor’s ummm… boisterous… patio phone calls. If her conversations are any indication, both her ex and her vent buddy are on speed dial. In general, though, quiet reigned supreme. We’re only a few months in, but I guess the gods that be thought I was just a little too snug in my surroundings and they wanted to shake things up a bit, as they are wont to do when things are going well.
You know the saying, “you never know what you have until it’s gone”? Yeah, well, what I had were two perfect elderly neighbors with a perfectly well-behaved labradoodle who was just as polite and laid back as his owners. Maybe you can see where this is going.
They moved. I know, right!?
When I saw their boxes being loaded in the moving truck, I didn’t realize at the time, but the boxes may as well have been labeled “Peace,” “Quiet,” and “Sanity” because when they left, they took all of those things with them.
Let me introduce you to my new neighbors.
There is a mom, a dad, two young hell spawn children, and a beloved family dog who weighs roughly 500 pounds.
They moved in right above me where the two perfect neighbors with their perfect dog once resided, and I believe their hobbies include:
Crying simultaneously, dropping bowling balls, marathon training in the living room, vacuuming after midnight, jumping from furniture, wailing “Old McDonald” at odd hours of the night, and so much more!
Also, I think they wear concrete blocks on their feet. Or else, they have a raging elephant infestation.
I’d blame it on the hell spawn, but it’s the whole family. The parents get it on the noise game too. On any given night, it sounds like they could be playing basketball, woodworking, amateur clogging, or quite possibly murdering someone.
And the dog doesn’t seem to like his crate, I’ll tell you that right now. It has apparently occurred to the Loud Family as well because they’ve taken to locking him in the bathroom. And while my heart truly goes out to this obviously lonely dog, the other night it sounded like he escaped — taking what I think was the bathroom door with him, and possibly ate someone, I couldn’t tell. The mind is groggy at 3 AM.
Oh, wait! I forgot the best part… the smallest hell spawn (just guessing from the loudness and intensity of the footfalls), runs from one end of the condo to the other at very weird times of the evening. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that Chucky or the kid from Pet Semetary was up there running around when everyone’s asleep, it’s that freakin’ creepy.
I think about my perfect elderly neighbors and their perfect labradoodle often… and I have questions. Where did they go? Is it peaceful there? I wonder if I could join them. Do you think they would mind? I don’t take up much room and I’m quiet, oh so quiet.
It’s desperate thoughts like these that go through my mind at 1 AM, when I’m lying in bed listening to what sounds like yet another reenactment of a battle scene from the movie Braveheart. They may take our peace and quiet… but they won’t take our sanity!
You perfectly describe why I live in what even in my rural area gets set apart as the “frontier” in a small (not bigger than an apartment) house on 4 acres. Noise of barking dogs (often mine running off coyotes) and an occasional car engine on the road, otherwise only hungry chickens and goats to disturb the peace.
My deepest sympathy to you for the loss of peace.
Well, that sucks! Perhaps an industrial grade white noise generator is in your future?
In UK noisy neighbours can be reported to the local council who will carry out a noise assessment.
crazy! I’ve recently moved to a condo and so far so good, only one cranky neighbor, but pretty quiet all around.
How truly terrible. You need one of those tiny houses on a vacant lot somewhere away from everyone. I’m really sorry for what you’re going through. Nightmares not of your own making.
Gosh, I’m so sorry – this sounds like a ” night mare “….Maybe if you talked to them about a few time boundaries?