(a goal I have been actively working towards for about a decade now, and I've lived here eighteen years)
I shall move somewhere where sudden small explosions under my bed are much less likely.
... the garage underneath me has a lot to answer for.
... I think something to do with a growly engine happened, this time.
I would also quite like a nice area with low crime, nobody setting the building on fire, and far fewer people ever breaking in looking for drugs, but happily the building has improved on all those metrics in the years I've been here.
It would be nice to have my own front door so fewer people wake me up trying to get in.
It would also be nice for any of this to be a viable possibility based on currently available actions, but so it goes.
I am thankful for even having a roof over my head, given the current increasing mess of homelessness and austerity.
And I'm sure it's more or less safe, despite the noises.
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