It’s after midnight and fourteen floors down, the raccoons are fighting to the death. Just another in a long string of bizarre noises that plague us at our current address. In addition to the duelling coons, we have:
- ongoing construction: first, a complete retrofit our our balconies that involved concrete drilling and cutting for over six months, and now construction of a twelve story building about twenty feet from our bedroom window.
- neighbours across the hall who, literally, SLAM their door every single time. We started to document the times until it became silly.
- plumbing that hums and drones like a cathedral organ.
- some rather shoddy weatherstripping on our balcony door that catches the wind on blustery nights and sounds, according to Brooke, like a chainsaw. I think it sounds like someone making a farting noise with their mouth, but either way, it’s annoying.
But you know what? We love our apartment. I think we just need earplugs.