It’s comforting somehow.
I just gotta.
I gotta share this. Been meaning to for some time and now’s the time on the cusp of this move.
My neighbor — my good neighbor to my side, not above — and I got to yakking a few months ago. He’s this young Rastafarian-lookin’ dude who’s lived here a few years so he’s seen folks come and go in my space.
The tenant before me was an older man in his 50s or 60s, he said. “I’m not good with ages.” The man was apparently retired or semi-retired so home a lot.
And, like me, was bothered by others’ sounds in these tight (and poorly-constructed) quarters.
At that time, S. & Y. — aka the current Clack & Clomp Couple — didn’t live in the above Apt. A. It was a man in a wheelchair. And he was home like all the time.
The sounds of this man wheeling all around the wood floors drove the elderly man below crazy. So much so that he had to move.
Now, anyone who’s never lived below wood floors can’t imagine what even normal footsteps sound like. They’re thunderous. Like a herd of elephants, as the cliche goes. Wood is an energy conductor that transmits and amplifies x 1,000 every sound.
This becomes doubly problematic in housing when the wood is thin and/or insulation lacking. I guesstimate a foot or two of air space is all that separates the upstairs floor from the ceiling below.
So the body weight that our feet bear combined with the WAY of walking — heavy- or light-footed — are inescapable realities of wooden floors.
Now, the combined weight of the man and his wheelchair AND the motions … I TOTALLY TOTALLY got it when my good neighbor told me about it!! My heart went out to the man in the apartment below (and the man above in the chair).
It just reaffirms what I’ve been shouting to the world. Living under wood floors is HELL!! Unless you’re a dolt with muted to deadened awareness of your environment, you cannot help BUT hear!
I suffer much more than the average person because I can’t stand people above me, never mind macho violent dicks (and their submissive mousey girlfriends).
The older fellow here before me didn’t stay long. Around three months, the good neighbor thought.
I made it nine months with TWO people above. Worthy of a bronze or perhaps even silver medal, no?
In conclusion, I’m in the same camp now with friend Ed. Who after a few times of living under wood floors WILL NOT DO IT ANYMORE. He just won’t. He won’t even LOOK at a place if it’s under someone else.
I get it. TOTALLY get it.
And to that former older fellow who too was driven out by noise, whoever and wherever ye be, I’d like to say: I hear you.
I feel your pain. I know. I understand. Even when the rest of the world tells you you’re crazy. You are not.
What is crazy are these crappy conditions that bring & amplifying every SOUND above into YOUR space.
I hear you, Mr. Unknown Tenant.
And that must feel good to you, to be heard, above the din from above!
I hope that wherever ye live now that it is peaceful … serene … calm … comforting. You deserve it. You earned it.
I wish for myself now the same.
Five days until the move … seven days until I’m completely out and this is finally behind me.
But who’s counting? 😉