I got beaten by weather

Today, on the hottest day ever recorded (not necessarily accurate), I spent the day moving out of my apartment. The things that I will not miss are as follows:

- The bass from my neighbor's stereo waking me up all the way in the back of the place. You might say, Kate, why don't you just say something to him? Because...

- I made the mistake of dating my neighbor. When I say dating, I really mean watching him get inebriated at a friend's birthday party. When I say inebriated, I mean passed out cold. Good times.

- Paying a ton of money for an apartment that sells itself on the merits of its gate system, which worked for maybe two full weeks in the two years I lived there. They kept raising my rent because of the high value of the real estate in the area. 1. If I do not own the real estate, I don't think I should have to pay because rich people built million dollar homes next to the Indian burial ground. Especially since my apartment was second floor, thereby not touching actual land. 2. Actually, I made my point without needing the 2. So it goes.

- Small children skateboarding/motocrossing/breathing near where I am trying to sleep/read/exist. Apartment kids are the worst. Their backyard is huge.

- Groceries + flight of stairs.

- Remembering how I fell down those stairs and split my knee open every single time I use them.

- Memories of several relationships that ended poorly there. Usually with many tears, and seldom were they mine. Because I was always happy to get rid of a guy that I could reduce to tears, the little drama queens. This little bullet just made me realize that counselling would not be the worst thing in the world for me.

There are probably more, but I have a sunburn and that makes me sort of loopy.

Ta!
Kate