The best thing about moving is the magical time period when you get to imagine how much better the new place will be. It won’t have any of those problems you had at your old place, like the guy below you who watched movies on his surround sound system at midnight or the dishwasher that didn’t really wash the dishes. The new place will be perfect and amazing and so much better! This magical time period is similar to the honeymoon period at a new job when you have yet to learn the unique ways in which everyone is fucked up and how exactly the dysfunctional relationships between employees dysfunction.
I’ve been at my new apartment for almost two months now, and there is a lot to love about it, but I’ve also discovered the things not to like. For instance, all the neighborhood kids play in the green space behind our building and I get to see and hear them from the full view of the sliding glass door. People also walk their dogs there or just wander through the patch of land on the way to the dumpster. The people above us are evidently practicing for the 2012 Summer Olympics because I hear several loud THUDS from their dismounts every day. They are particularly noisy between 9pm and midnight, which is probably when they’re playing Wii or jumping off of bunk beds or just leaping around for no reason.
There aren’t many trees around the new complex, so every time I walk outside in the afternoon to get the mail, I feel like I’m walking on the surface of the sun. It’s so incredibly bright outside that I actually turn around to get my sunglasses if I’ve forgotten them, even for the short jaunt to the mailbox hutch.
All things considered, it’s still a pretty good place to live. I like having an office and I like the cheaper rent. But I also miss the perfect image I had of the new place before I found out all the little things wrong with it.