Hi all … first I want to apologize for this note. I know you all must get tired of hearing it and I don’t blame you. I’m just about done with everything ….. I like my apartment, but the kids upstairs are so loud, screeching, running, banging furniture around, and it sounds like they drop bowling balls on the floor (I’m sure they’re not, but they’re something heavy), and it goes on til 11. They’re so loud in the living room my sliding glass door rattles. I’ve had 3 kids and I know kids are noisy, but this is way beyond noise. The policeman living aside of them went over one night and gave them “what for” and for a few days it was quiet. Last week I had to write a note to the Mgr. but never heard back. I don’t think they’re going to do a darn thing about it. I have absolutely no energy or interest in unpacking all these boxes … they make me sick to see them. My family is bickering about “an I-phone or GPS for Mom.” Geez, you’d think I didn’t have a brain. I should have never, ever, moved. Yes, I love being with my girls, but they have their lives and are busy and I can’t expect them to entertain me ….. Lord knows, I don’t want to be entertained. If my condo weren’t sold, I’d go back. I close my eyes and daydream about sitting in my living room up there, feeling safe, cozy, and happy. And ….. these da_n teeth are a pain. I’ve read about them and it takes quite awhile to get used to them …. I’ll say …. right now it feels like a mouth full of rocks. As soon as I’m home out they come. I should just go away and hide and become the “shrunken face lady” in the mountains. I thought I was through all the crap when my divorce went through …. guess not.