Yeah, sharing a building with strangers... never again, as long as I can afford not to. It had its upsides, but wow. The amount of just ever-present noise was such a harm to my psyche, like some kind of slow torture over years. No matter what you do, all windows and doors closed. Just so not for me.
I purposely went from an apartment complex with ~30% Airbnbs, ~40% alcoholic rager kidult residents, and ~10% people who let their dogs relieve themselves in the hallways and in the pool to the end of the hall on the top floor with concrete floors of a new building. Apparently, that was insufficient.
Perhaps leased apartments in the style of invite-only co-op NYC buildings where the security guards actually lift a finger now and then would be an improvement.
At least it won't be my problem anymore in about 2 months because I'm out of this popcorn stand.
