Andreas arrived last night a little before 11pm. He, our friend John, and I then spent the next hour and a half emptying the pick-up and trailer and taking stuff up the stairs to the apartment. The house is being rennovated right now, and so the carpets in the hallway/staircase have been ripped out, making every trip up the stairs a very loud CLOMP-CLOMP-CLOMP. This is an issue because since we live in a quad-plex the apartment walls are actually house walls, and sound carries like you wouldn’t believe.
Perhaps I’m hyper-sensitive about the noise because I already got a noise complaint from the woman who lives upstairs. My computer woofer is quite, erm, loud, and last week I was bumping the new Badu and a little note appeared on the front door the next morning urging everyone to keep music down.
Last night I met the woman who made the noise complaint: our upstairs neighbor. She’s lived in the building for 23 years (believe it!) and within 10 minutes of meeting me, she was telling me about her neurological problem and how it makes her apartment very cluttered and how it’s an issue she needs to deal with and well, the new carpet being put in should really be an incentive to clean the place up and perhaps her friends will help her?, and yes, the new landlord is very nice.
I’m really glad that mental illness has lost much of its stigma in America. Granted, this may be due to pharmaceutical companies who have a lot to gain from convincing us all that we’re depressed or hyperactive or flaccid but regardless, there’s medication. Whatever the reason, I think it’s a good thing that people don’t have to hide in shame when they’ve dealing with mental/emotional issues. That said, I think perhaps we’ve slipped to far the other direction. My neighbor basically said, “Hi, nice to meet you. I have neurological problems,” which perhaps was just a way to prove her point. Not sure. Regardless, she also mentioned “this is a quiet building” three or four times, so Andreas and I are already anticipating sound problems. Heavy petting allowed, heavy breathing VERBOTTEN!
That said, our downstairs neighbors are really cool and encouraged us to make more noise.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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greta
November 13th, 2003 at 3:52 pm
i have had many issues with noisy neighbors, and neighbors who complain about noise. it’s frustrating no matter which side you’re on! it might be worth talking to her, apologizing for the noise you’ve already made, and asking her what her usual schedule is so that you can try to plan your noise around it — e.g., what time does she go to bed, what time does she get up, etc. i lived with a drummer once, and i know that our downstairs neighbors really appreciated that he agreed not to practice after 9pm. of course, there are some people who you just can’t please, so it may not help. but it’s worth a try anyway!
Ariel
November 13th, 2003 at 4:48 pm
I’ve been on both sides, too. I apologized to the neighbor and asked her to let me know personally if it was ever a problem again. She was happy to do so.
jen
November 13th, 2003 at 7:18 pm
ariel, you are such a wonderful person for even acknowledging this woman’s potential problems…don’t let her problems interfere with your right to jam a little though! i’m sure a compromise volume level will work itself out.
philippe
November 14th, 2003 at 1:02 am
Well, when you’ll decide to have a kid, I suggest you find another flat… that, or ritalin !
Levi
November 14th, 2003 at 9:05 am
You’ll never please everyone no matter how hard you try. That being said, it seems you only have 1 neighbor to worry about and it seems like you could easily please everyone…I should find a place out there because no matter what my neighbors here always bitch about my volume levels. The again living in Ohio is reason enough to move far far away.
leblanc
November 14th, 2003 at 3:03 pm
i really hate it when neighbors, instead of knocking on the door and asking you to please turn down the music or chatter, or whatever it might be in a nice neighborly way, leave notes on your door and/or just call the police outright.
i shared an apt. with a friend once - it was the middle of a saturday afternoon; she was taking a nap, i was coloring my hair, listening to some tunes. suddenly - a knock on the door, and there are two cops. i answered the door in a towel. the lady who lived downstairs called the police because of “all the noise.” remember - my roommate was SLEEPING and it was a saturday afternoon. i explained this to the cops, and pointed out that i hadn’t turned down the music since i didn’t KNOW it was the cops when i answered the door, and they couldn’t even hear the music from where they were standing.
i thought the lady downstairs was really rude. and totally whack for not even having the guts to come upstairs and knock on the door.
i can’t wait until the day i’m not sharing walls with anyone else.