Never on the bottom again

Almost four years ago I moved to Midtown Atlanta to a historic building where my sun room view is Piedmont Park. We left the suburbs and all the trappings of a big house and settled into condominium living. I must admit it took a little getting use to as I watched the inter city dwellers lifestyle unfold before my very eyes. I love people and for me the more the merrier. Watching all the different kinds of people pass my window has been nothing short of interesting. I've seen all kinds of runs for charity, festivals, outrageous dress or not and even a parade or two.

Living here has made me appreciate the much diversity of things a neighborhood can offer. I love walking to dinner, Caribou for coffee, (even though I'm a card holding Starbucks member) Sushi and for groceries. Admittedly, strolls in the park just before sunset has become one of my most favorite past times. I’ve even started riding the rapid rails system for jaunts to the airport.

I know you’re thinking this chick has found a total utopia in urban life and I only wish that were true. What has been a thorn in my side to the point of daily confession of how I'm moving is my upstairs neighbor. He owns two condos and converted them into one big house. (I ain't mad at him) In his quest to have the home of the century he took up the carpet and put down wood floors. Supposedly with some special insulation so we wouldn’t be able to hear him...Not

Not only can we hear his almost every move but I hear the dog rolling what sounds like a steal ball across the floor, the toilet flushing, the massager that came with his new $5k bed, the house music, the guest, the vacuum…I’m sure you get it. What is most amazing is literally whatever time I awake in the middle of the night he’s up doing something. I will never subject myself to living or working on the bottom of anyone’s establishment not matter how great the view or neighborhood. For sale!