I know I am on a role!!! I just wanted to take everyone back, for a moment, to my old apartment. We all know how much I loved it. Wide floor to ceiling window (that I learned is called a Chicago Window), ground floor so I could watch all the people go by. I never turned on my TV. The entertainment came to me. My great pool on the roof, and my amazing Carrie Bradshaw, closet and bathroom. But there were the other things. Like noises… the guy upstairs from me, who was a night owl, and dropped pins, it seemed, all night long. The neighbors door, literally next to mine, which would slam shut, or they would be shouting next to my door. I still remember shooting up in bed at three am, when they slammed it shut. Oh and let’s not forget the firehouse. Just around the corner, the most active firehouse in DC. Why? Because they were the first responders to the White House. Shit went down; they were there… so they got a call mmm every 20 minutes. My street was also the main fair for ambulance on their way to GW. There was a ton of noise. I could even delineate sirens by police, ambulance, or firetruck. Sad, I know. But my new street is sooooo quiet!!! I only hear people talking really. It is rare for a firetruck, and when I hear them I think my building is on fire, which is due to my lack of renters insurance. I do hate that I can’t see what is going down on the street, no matter how hard I press my noise to the window. But I have gotten used to the quietness. I take is a false comfort. I do live in the murder capital now.