It's Friday once again! On Tuesday I felt like Friday would never arrive but this morning on the way to class I was shocked that it was already Friday again. Friday's are nice: gym in the morning, Pre-Calc and then home.
Last night reminded me of this post that I've been thinking of since the first week I moved in. Living in an apartment complex doesn't give you a ton of privacy and you hear a lot of what goes on next door or even the next apartment over. I've made a mental diagram of my neighbor's apartment based on the sounds I can hear at different times of the day.
One night I opened my closet door to hang up some clothes, and it was like opening a door to another dimension (much like The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe). In this other dimension was a baby crying!
Whoa. I closed the door and the sound stopped. I opened it and there it was again. A baby crying loudly. I looked around for a vent or something that would help carry the sound from the neighbor's apartment into my closet. My closet is very small, if there were a vent (or a baby) in there, I would know it. Close the door again- baby disappears.
At other times, I can hear voices through my bedroom wall. There's a significant sized area "missing" between my closet and my bathroom and I've often wondered what's in there and why that space is not filled with more of my apartment. It's hard to describe. But the way I figure, the neighbor's bedroom must be wedged between my bedroom (and closet) and my bathroom, and when I walk the L-shape path between my bedroom and bathroom, I'm essentially walking around my neighbor's bedroom. My bedroom must share a wall with their living room.
So every once in awhile, when I open my closet door, I find a baby in there again- crying. That door stays closed unless I need to get in there. God forbid the thing get out.
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