I live in an apartment, I have the bottom one out of the two down here. And of course, my building tends to pull in DRUGGIES. LOVELY. I have to hear partying every night and it makes me jealous of those who live in houses that don't have to deal with what I deal with.
My apartment building is literally known as the Drug House and Whore House.
We also have some VERY thin walls. I found out one day when I had my hand against the wall over the stove because I was puking in a pan (couldn't make it to the bathroom) and I had finally stopped, heard a noise, and pulled my hand away only to scream my ass off because the idiot landlord didn't think to knock on my wall to make sure I wasn't near the damn screw he drilled into the wall. I could have had a screw in my hand -_-.
And the winter is terrible. Can you tell I hate where I live?