I still remember the 31st floor of the high-rise building that I cherished in all my ways, and the view from there was incomparable, as if I was standing in the clouds, overlooking the whole city. Once, in order to pursue vanity and the satisfaction of vision, I chose to make a home there. However, this experience after marriage has become an indelible memory in my heart.
The original intention was good, I wanted a world of my own, a window where I could look at it to my heart's content. So, I chose the 31st-floor high-rise apartment and walked into the home of my marriage with great anticipation. However, the expectation of beauty is soon shattered by the harsh reality.
The elevator became my nightmare, and I felt extremely uncomfortable in being crammed into a crowded elevator every day, and inevitably being close to strangers. The noise problem of high-rise buildings has greatly reduced my quality of life, and I am constantly disturbed by loud sounds. My husband and I had frequent conflicts due to the inconveniences of high-level life, and finally had to choose divorce.
After the divorce, I felt that I needed a radical change, so I resolutely disposed of the high-rise property on the 31st floor at a low price in exchange for a staircase house on the first floor. However, the problems of this decision were far beyond my expectations.
The staircase room on the first floor, which I thought would be the beginning of a new life, has become a new round of trouble for me. Mosquitoes, dampness, lack of privacy and security, everything seemed like a mockery of my previous decisions. The mosquitoes, in particular, became my nightmare at night and kept me awake from restful sleep.
What bothers me even more is that changes in the outside world are also affecting the value of my small garden and property. The sudden plan to install elevators by the old people in the community put me in an irreversible predicament. The addition of the elevator not only deprived me of my original privacy, but also caused dissatisfaction among the neighbors and pressure on the community.
Seeing my home being swayed by the changes in the outside world, I was deeply troubled. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the elevator from being installed, and the dissatisfaction of those neighbors and the pressure of the community seemed to be a huge mountain weighing on my heart.
This experience has taught me that choosing a home is not just a simple decision, but involves all aspects of life. The problem of high-rise apartments, the problem of first-floor stairhouses, each option has its own pros and cons. Therefore, I urge everyone to consider all factors when choosing a house to avoid regrets due to one-sided decisions.
This story may be a little sad, a little ironic, and a little humorous. But behind every word, there is my deep thinking and perception of life. Perhaps, only those who have experienced it first-hand can truly understand the twists and turns and helplessness behind the choice of housing. I hope that everyone can find the most suitable home for themselves in their own life, not be swayed by the changes in the outside world, and live a truly happy life.
This experience had a profound impact on me, not only changed my way of thinking about housing, but also gave me a deeper understanding of life. Perhaps, choosing a small building of your own is not only to satisfy vanity and pursue vision, but also to find a harbor that truly belongs to you.