My landlady/upstairs neighbor got up at 5am this morning and started making all kinds of noise. Pretty typical, I guess, but as I lay there listening to the racket reach its crescendo, I realized that what I have longed for may have actually come true. She was going on VACATION! This was confirmed by the note left on our welcome mat.

Yes, a full week of peace and quiet. Being able to write in peace and quiet. Going to bed and not having to listen to her stomp around above my head. Getting to sleep in on Sunday without having to hear her banging around and cranking up her radio at 8am. Oh, heavenly.

Heavenly, wonderful, silence.

Each day after work I am going to HURRY home to write, instead of dreading that I will have to enter my apartment and have to turn up my iTunes just to mask the noise she mkaes up there, doing god only knows what.

This is the last time we will ever live in a place that requires us to share walls with anyone.

I think in my last two apartments, I was spoiled by our top floor locales. The last place was so great I wish we could have stayed. God I loved that apartment. Top floor, Noe Valley, laundry in the unit, so very very quiet. Too expensive though, and Heidi wasn’t budging. She’s still there in fact, with her boyfriend.

Anyway, where was I. Ah yes, my superhuman hearing and extra-sensitive ears. This is going to be the best week ever.