Oh, of course, I can't speak for all downtowners. Maybe they're in sleeping heaven nirvana. But for me and many of my neighbors, it stinks.
Why? Because it's NOISY. Very, very noisy.
Indulge me a little with my sleeping back story. Before I moved downtown, I could sleep through a storm, an earthquake, the couple banging through the walls, anything, I tell you anything.
In one of my past lives I was a travel writer - and I could even sleep standing up in a shower in China! But, here I have turned into a zombie of the night's never-ending sounds.
This is how my typical night goes.
I fall asleep, then I hear, let's say car alarms blasting and horns incessantly honking. I wake-up, go to the bathroom. Go back to sleep. One hour later I hear, the siren of a squad car. Or maybe a fire truck. An ambulance. Whatever. I don't know - just loud, deafening, nail-biting sounds. I go back to sleep. One hour later I hear a homeless person screaming - not every night but most. At 4 a.m. the city trucks start cleaning the street. I wake-up again. Go back to sleep. Go to the bathroom. Then at 6 a.m. or earlier the buses start barreling down the street. By 7 o'clock when I start working, I am half-asleep and restless.
I can't remember the last time I actually slept through the night. Well, I guess that is part of the problem - remembering, ANYTHING.
Now, you're thinking, well, there must be a way. Sure, I could turn into a sleeping pill addict. Wear ear plugs. Do 1,000 push-ups before I go to bed. Yes, I guess I could. But, I hate pills, ear plugs bug me, and I'm too old for push-ups of any number.
And do you think I'm alone in this?
I told you it's not just me - half of my neighbors look exhausted, too. Loft #318 can barely hold her dog's leash. #421 spends half the night cooking and waddles to get her morning paper (she's put on a lot of weight), and #219 keeps a coffee mug with him at all times, that's in case he's getting ready to fall over.
We're a tired bunch. But, we live in our precious lofts. Our price to pay for a little slice of paradise. Re-vitalization. Hubba-hubba. The scene.
And ask me if I would change anything - I simply can't remember. I'm too tired to think about it.
P.S. I just spoke with my neighbor Bob - he says that after one year the noise just magically disappears and you sleep soundly through the night. Okay-dokey. He also believes that his parrots talk to him. So there you have it.