Stompy got a girlfriend!

When I moved from high-rise living to *cough* vintage, I was shocked and surprised at how poorly insulated the floors and ceilings are. I will never again live in a place where I'm not either a) on the top floor or, b) protected by a foot of concrete above my head.

Anyway, I'm home most of the day, except for meetings and auditions, so, yeah, almost all the time. Wouldn't you know it that the guy who moves in above me just happens to also be home all day? He's a grad student. And he's LOUD. Stomps about very, very heavily. When he gets out of a chair it sounds like he's jumping from the top of a bunk bed. Things get dropped all the time, seemingly from great, great heights

And I have also, through analysis, guesswork and, yes, one serendipitous and unintended bit of spying from across the street, determined that the frequent occasions where he walks back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, constantly, for up to an hour? He's on the phone. (One theory a long while back was that he was running some kind of factory assembly line out of his home. I know, bad guess.)

In any case, he recently got himself a girlfriend. And it's been like heaven around here, as he seems to spend a few days and nights away. It has done wonders for my peace of mind. I actually feel at home in my home.

I am happy for him. But mostly I'm happy for me.