Why Apartment Living Sucks in LA

When I was in college my roommate and I lived in the most awesome apartment.  It was over 1000 sq ft, had a sun room, fireplace and built-in bookshelves.  The location was ideal.  I mean who wouldn’t want to live less than two miles from Virginia Highlands?   Basically we were spoiled.  Oh and our rent was $500 a piece.  Those were the days…

{Our place decorated for Christmas 2006}

Fast-forward 6 years later and let me tell you apartment living isn’t as fun.  The other night I was at my breaking point.  I was super annoyed with our living situation for the following reasons:

•       1 parking space: Marco parks on the street everyday and has since we moved here.  It sucks having to find parking everyday.  And the poor guy has to do street parking at his office too.  He can’t catch a break.  He was so kind to give me our one spot.
•          We can’t have a dog.  You have heard me complain a million times about this one.  When I asked our landlord about getting a puppy she looked at me in horror, like I had just burnt the building down.  For real.
•         Shared laundry facilities.  Why does it seem everyone has to do laundry the same night we choose to do it?!  I don’t have a problem waiting, but when you don’t get your stuff out of the washer or dryer then we have a problem.  There are timers.  Set your alarm.
•       Earth.  What I would do for a little piece of earth to call my own.  I would plant a herb garden, maybe a lemon/lime tree and some flowers.  See I don’t need much space.

What are we going to do about this?!  Nothing.  Just bitch and complain about it until we move.  And even then I will be shocked if we are able to get all of the above.  Until then I will hate laundry days, ooo and ahh at every puppy I see and try not to get angry at M when he gets a parking ticket on street cleaning days.