Dear upstairs neighbors,
Hi! My name is Samantha and I am your downstairs neighbor. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for me to introduce myself because, you see, I have learned SO much about you guys already. It’s only fair.
You must have forgotten that you live in a condo building. And that your floor, just happens to be MY ceiling! I know, I know…it is pretty crazy.
You may have not realized this, but our condo’s are NOT sound proof. Already, I know that you love Ed Sherian…more specifically his “Perfect” duet that he sings with Beyonce. It is pretty great, but do we need to listen to it 10x in a row? I saw “we” because you play it so loudly the whole building can’t help but to share in the musical experience with you. My favorite part? The bass being so elevated that my ceiling shakes thus creating a fun experience of my lighting flickering on and off. On and off.
You may also not have realized, but I work. Yep…I have a job. Actually, two jobs. And I know it is super cool to have your friends over on Sunday nights until 4 or 5 AM, blasting Polish Polka music (I’m Polish myself, but polka? Really?!), bouncing balls on the floor (also known as my ceiling), or standing on your balcony smoking and yelling, but you’re cutting into my beauty sleep. And I DESPERATELY need my sleep. I teach 7th and 8th graders…I need to make sure I’m on my A- Game at work. Always.
And, also, while we are at it. The middle of the night is NOT an acceptable time to be rearranging your furniture or vacuuming. Again, I need my sleep and unfortunately, the squealing of furniture being dragged across your bare wooden floors just does not lull me into a sweet slumber.
And finally, there is this really cool contraption for your kitchen that has been around for ages! It comes in a variety of colors, stands about 3-4 ft tall and has a lid. You can put a bag inside and…wait for it…fill it with your garbage! This way, you can avoid throwing your trash off YOUR patio and onto MINE! I would love just one weekend, where I’m not cleaning up your cigarette butts and whatever other garbage you’ve managed to spew off the side.
Looking forward to hearing less from you,
Your quiet and considerate downstairs neighbor,