New year…new me…or a new address

Within the last three years I’ve moved three times. Each time to an equally cute apartment, and each cute apartment ends or begins a relationship.
Having moved into my swanky new place just 3 days ago, I’m still getting accustomed to new sounds and trying
my best to feng shui my bedroom.
I haven’t met or even seen too many people around my building.
I do know however, the large man who lives above me does NOT walk quietly and carry a big stick. No no, instead he stomps around and either plays Armageddon on surround sound or call of duty with the speakers facing my ceiling.
He also dropped what sounded like a bowling ball earlier tonight. This could get interesting. I’m debating on asking for a cup of sugar.