Wait a second OP, you haven’t told us what ALL your neighbors hate about you and how you got stuck in that place with all the other fine folks.
All of our neighbors hate us for being those people who want them to shut up and smoke somewhere else.
We ended up here through a series of unfortunate events. A couple of years ago we found an apartment across town that we loved. I can’t tell you how much we loved it. It was a little small but other than that it was perfect for us in every way. We lived there for a year and a half (during which time we had a baby) until one day there was a knock on the door. I answered it to find two police officers, a red cross representative, and someone from HPD telling us we had seven hours to vacate the building. Apparently a few years ago the landlord did some repairs in the building basement and removed some support beams and never replaced them. After an inspection and several fines for refusing to fix the building the city moved in and forcibly vacated everyone.
So there we were, two adults, a baby, a dog, and two cats, homeless and forced to move in with my husband’s aunt in CT. We decided that this was bullshit and we were going to buy a place so we didn’t have anyone else impact our lives like this again. So we searched. And searched. We finally found a house we liked but it was in pretty bad disrepair and it was a short sale. The bank jerked us around and refused our offers on the property until hurricane Sandy hit, then they called two days later and decided they wanted to sell the property after all.:rolleyes: We told them to shove it (ooh, now that there has been a major storm that caused catostrophic damage up and down the coast you are willing to sell? Imagine that! Jackasses.) and finally decided we couldn’t live with family any longer without someone being stabbed to death so we went to an apartment finder and looked at a few places.
We found one we liked in a quiet neighborhood about 20 blocks north of us and put in an application that afternoon. Unfortunately someone else had beat us to it and we lost the apartment. And then the same thing happened again in another building. When I saw this apartment the building itself was lovely and the super was very nice and spoke decent english so we jumped on it to prevent us from losing another apartment. Unfortunately I had looked at the apartment at 4 pm during a work day so it had seemed quiet and lovely at the time. We learned within hours of moving in just how bad this was going to be.
And that is how we ended up needing 24 hour wolverine delivery.
10 years ago I lived in a gorgeous old building that was unfortunately also home to drug dealers and I think the apartment next to me was a welfare drop. On welfare days someone would prop open the door to our building and assorted people (one day I swear I saw 30 different people through the door.) would come and go and usually a pile of 50s would be on the table (door to that apartment wide open). Scared the shit out of me, after the second time I saw that I spent that day with my infant son over at my mom’s place. We moved out 4 months after we moved in, the place was so creepy I didn’t feel safe there alone overnight so we moved shortly after my husband started working night shifts.
Also people used to leave bags of discount bread in the hallway, sometimes for more than a week. I never understood that part of it.
It’s very possible, perhaps even likely, that CT isn’t for you, but Fairfield, Madison, and really all of Fairfield County and most of southern New Haven county - basically the part of the state that views itself as an extension of NYC - is completely different than the rest of CT. There’s a lot to recommend the northern, central, and eastern parts of the state if you can find employment.
(Though, I say this as someone who is likely moving to Boston/Metro West this summer…!)
In Spain, there are no wolverines.