...Les voison...

Living in Paris comes with its own set of challenges. As picturesque as this town is, the apartments are hellish small, especially if you're not rolling in it - the streets are dirty - doggy poop every - and the metro's are stinky- deorderant should be given away at CDG once exiting plane. But with all that, its still a town worth living in.



That is unless you have neighbors from hell. My mother says good neighbours make better fences. In essence thats true. A good neighbour will look out for you, pick up your mail, make sure the dog doesnt get stolen ( my cocker spaniel had a particular knack for that) and make sure no one breaks in.  Those are all the qualities one looks for in a neighbour. But luckily for her my mother has never had to living in a 7 floor walk up where the walls are as thin as paper and her neighbors are college students.

I never had the pleasure of living on campus. My alma matta was so close to home, that even with a full academic ride, my parents didnt see the need for me to get that full college experience, and shell out the dough for me to live on campus. In hind sight, I can see that what they did was actually save me. I never had to deal with the hardship of weird roommates, dirty shared bathrooms and loud neighbors, until now.

My legs relaxing in a quieter home

My neighbours now are volatile 19 year olds that have "jam sessions" until 4 am. Rendering me slightly useless for my job. I.Can.Not. Its just not possible to function, when you're waking up to the smooth melodies of some musics students crap. Not to mention all the other unmentionable shit that you have to deal with while living in the equivalent of an over glorified single. 

But it is Paris, and there's a view of the Tour Eiffel, and while there are things I'd like to do, like string my neighbour to an electric fence and zapp him repeatedly - I will settle for searching for a new place with a view and elder neighbours.