Time To Go

I truly hate complaining, it is unattractive and irritating. However, sometimes I like to consider complaining, as venting. A quick vent to a friend or family member can help just let it off your mind. So lucky you, you get to hear my complaints/vents....

The very place that is suppose to be a comfort, irritates the life out of me. Living in this house can make me go from zero to crazy in about 30 seconds. Every day here, elevates my blood pressure and I must move. (I have a picture of the outside of our condo below, since this post will mostly be a rant.)

So the number one reason I can 't stand being here any longer is the lack of a yard. Every time the dog needs to go out, the boots and coat go on, she gets leashed, we walk her across the street to the dumpster to poop and then we pick it up and throw it away. Maybe it's just because I'm pregnant. Maybe it's because its freezing in Ohio right now, or maybe it's because I have to leave my 2 year old in the house alone, but at least once a day I have to take her outside and it erks me to the core. I want to just let her go and do her thing and then open the door when she wants to come in. I think she would enjoy life better too if she could run outside freely without being on a leash.

 In addition, I want my son and daughter- on- the- way to have a backyard to play in. Somewhere to run and imagine with a swing set, sprinkler, and sandbox. This is a must! I want them to have a place to ride bikes and dig up dirt and enjoy life without the fear of them being kidnapped by passing traffic or run over by a car in the parking lot.

OHHHHH the parking lot....the second reason living here brings me to an irate level. If you don't have children or live in the city, this will probably not seem like a big deal, but for me, it is.  We have to park in the lot and then walk down a sidewalk to get to our unit. Then upon opening our front door, you must walk directly up about 13 stairs to our living room...no mud room, no foyer...just straight up. Well, carrying a toddler, groceries, diaper bags, purses, umbrella if it's raining, or anything else that I need to carry just plain sucks. I want an attached garage so I can make short quick trips, warm up the car, put the baby in the car and then load the bags...anything that would make motherhood easier. Trying to get out the door in the morning for work and than back in the door after, is such a hassle, especially if the weather is crappy.

The last thing I will complain...I mean vent about today....is living attached to others. My downstairs neighbors literally bring out the most unchristian like thoughts I have. For one, it is a single mother of four who pays for her place with Section 8 housing assistance. This means my husband and I pay a crap ton for a mortgage and living right downstairs is someone who only needs to pay about $50 to live in the same place. She screams at her kids at all hours and they scream right on back. I hear every door slam, which happens all the time. The kicker is that when she cooks her fried chicken or decides to smoke like a chimney it makes my house smell. That just boils my blood. Smoking repulses me, so the fact that my  house will smell like smoke because my neighbors are smoking is something that I just can't handle. There have been many other things that I can't stand about living attached to others, but this should cover the main reasons.

So all that, combined with...
*needing more storage and living space
*the ability to get my mail at the end of the driveway and not walk across the parking lot
*the convenience of wheeling my trash to the end of the driveway instead of lugging the bags outside, through the parking lot, to the dumpster.
*Having both our cars fit into a garage so that I don't have to chisel the ice off my car before using it every morning.
*and being able to fit friends and family in our house for parties and get-togethers

I apologize, if you have stayed with this post through to the end, for the blatant venting that has taken place, but I just needed to get it out. I promise, I won't have another one of these for awhile, so please don't be afraid to continue reading my blog.