Saturday, 5:30 pm: I can pull right up to my door to haul groceries in the house as opposed to finding a close parking spot and lugging them up the stairs.
Saturday, 6:30 pm: I can play my music as loud as I want without disturbing the "neighbors" on the other side of the wall.
Sunday, 12:30 am: I don't hear cop or fire sirens as I am trying to sleep.
Sunday, 7:30 am: I don't hear semis whizzing by on the street, feeling like they're going to run into my head.
Sunday, 8:30 am: I can sit on my sofa with a cup of coffee and watch people walk their dogs, ride bikes and get geared up for Packer Sunday.
Sunday, 11 am: I can take a walk in my neighborhood and see last-minute ticket goers park on the street, hearing the rumblings from the stadium.
Sunday, 12:30 pm: I can hear the crowd after the Packers score a touchdown.
Sunday, 7 pm: I can watch tv and not smell cigarette smoke from the neighbor below me.
Sunday, 10 pm: I can feel like I made the right decision after coming "home" from cleaning the (what feels like) tiny apartment. :)
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