Happy Valentine's Day

Today was a discouraging day. I hate EMU.

But my hubby is the best. We celebrated Valentine's Day yesterday with a nice dinner, much chocolate covered fruit, gifts, and a movie.

Nidhal and I are moving, and I am now have many reasons in two categories to look forward to it.
A. New place is great!
1. three stories
2. lots of storage space
3. nice views
4. conveniently located (walking distance to a Kroger)
5. in a walkable neighborhood
6. walking distance to a library
7. extra bedroom
8. soon-to-be central AC
9. free water and trash
10. two bathrooms
11. ...and the list could go on and on.
B. Current place sucks!
1. no storage space
2. annoying adjacent-apartment neighbors
3. annoying above-apartment neighbors
4. annoying neighbors outside in the middle of the night
5. neighbors who smoke in the halls
6. neighbors who make the halls smell like rotten melons
7. neighbors who let their kids run through the halls
8. neighbors who leave dents and scratches in our car
9. neighbors who open up the drier while my clothes are in it and then do not reselect the cycle when they close it resulting in me spending $1.30 to not dry my clothes
10. neighbors who break the lock on our mailbox
11. ...and the list could go on and on.

Now, I had some nice memories of this place, and last month, I was almost reluctant to leave. For Nidhal and me, it was our first home together. It has served us well, and generally speaking, the management, maintenance, and office staff are good. Plus, it's really close to my classes. So I was almost wishing that we weren't leaving. But then, THEN, the neighbors went back to their usual idiocy. When we first moved in, the people above us were very loud and over the years, we've had many problems with loud people in the parking lot. But since we came back from Tunisia, our neighbors above have caused us no problems. Until yesterday. Playing your guitar at midnight? Jumping up and down? Not acceptable. Our adjacent neighbors also began to be pests. They had one loud party and forced us to sleep in the living room, we complained, and we thought it was over. But no. No, it was not. Last night, we were startled out of our sleep by them jovially yelling at each other. Nice. Rancid smelling hallway? Of course. These awful neighbors have served to bring me back to the reality of the place, and I am now more than ready to move on.