You know, I was pretty stoked about living in a first floor apartment. It was really easy to move into and there's no stairs to go up and down every time I go to the grocery store. My upstairs neighbors have a weird bed or something that is insanely creeky and loud but it hasn't ever been a big deal. I used to make up stories about what the bed looks like or something.
Until the past few days. I don't know if it was Thanksgiving or that I've been home at times I'm not usually home or what but they are driving me crazy. No one needs to walk around that much in a one bedroom apartment. No one.
I guess next time I need to not live on the first floor. Blech.