(I thought this was hilarious when she read part of her email to me. Sums up my new living perfectly).
"I really did not realize how loud this apartment would be, I guess
with kids I can expect it. I think living in a city is going to take
some getting used to. Weekdays I can expect to be up a little before 8am
because that's when everyone goes to
work. So the loud roar of, I think a couple of motorcycles, car doors
slamming, the sounds of the ignitions. All of this, then silence
followed by a few mumbled voices, hacking, coughing, blowing noses, more
hacking, and then the smells come through the window. I have no idea
what these people are cooking for breakfast but it smells like beans,
India, and bad garlic. The smells come in intervals, very strong and
pungent, and then nothing for a few minutes until another comes wafting
through. Then, the sound of children at about 9:30. Playing games and
counting. 22.214.171.124.5.6..... and screaming, MOOOMM, wailing and crying. OH
I forgot the slam of the screen doors, and the random gibberish from
the moms, the cooing of the pigeons, and the helicopter, which comes
over our building every hour or so. I don't know why it does, but it
comes back pretty much every hour on the hour starting at about 8am.
About 2pm, give or take, comes pool time, where all the children gather
at the pool to scream and play and splash until about 6pm. Amanda says I
should write a book. I thought about writing a sitcom about living in
an apartment complex in the ghetto. They have already done that, it was
called, The Pjs. It was located in the Projects and starred Eddie
Murphy." — with Cassara Holt.