Moving from a small town to a larger city is enough of a change, but moving from a house into an apartment complex, is a whole different kind of change. I was sucked in by the idea of manicured lawns I didn't have to mow, someone else signing for my packages, a pool and gym at my disposal, and inexpensive rent. I should have known better. Not that this place doesn't work for me, it's just going to take a little adjusting.
Top 10 things you worry about when living in an apartment again after 18 years:
10. Your dog's separation anxiety is going to lead to a call from all your surrounding neighbors wondering why you are torturing your terrier.
9. The three flights of stairs (cheaper if you're on the top floor) are going to either a) give you some amazing calf muscles, or b) leave you gasping for air every time you buy groceries.
8. You forget that you now have neighbors who can see into your windows, and you walk around naked just as the neighbors across the way are feeding their kids breakfast.
7. You will die one day and since you haven't made any lasting impressions, no one will find you for weeks- either your dog eats you, or you don't get your deposit back.
6. The walls may be thin enough to record the neighbor's mating schedule, or they yours.
5. You'll get a notice from management that the meditation flags you hung on your balcony are not on the list of acceptable exterior decorations (but if you want to put three blow-up rafts, a rusty coffee tin full of cigarette butts, and hang your g-strings to dry, that would be fine).
4. You'll actually need to buy more than 3-day's worth of food, and it won't fit in your tiny refrigerator.
3. Your friends back home will discover that you gave up trying to buy only reusable furniture pieces and bought everything you now own from IKEA.
2. Your father-in-law will come to visit and walk right through your screen door and fall off the balcony. (True story- the walking through the screen part, not the off the balcony part.)
1.You'll decide to finally take a bath and discover that the strange squeaky noises aren't just the old pipes, but your bathtub slowly pulling free of it's housing to end up in the downstair's neighbors bathroom (with you white knuckled and naked).
I am being a bit hyperbolic. I actually like living in a place with an inner courtyard and friendly neighbors with dogs. I may even get out my birding binoculars and do some "aviary sightings". This whole apartment thing is a little Rear Windowish—so far, without the death. I'm crossing my fingers that something weird happens.