Calhoun St, Albany Hill
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Calhoun St
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2yrs+
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"A Perfectly Awful Little Cul-de-Sac"
If you enjoy the noise of traffic, this is the place to live. I got roped into living in this horrible little hole of street becuase I had to move suddenly. A "friend" of mine found this place for me and for a year I have to stay here trying to deal with his poor decision making.
My second story apartment literally opens onto the freeway, so in the morning I can open up my windows and wave at the passing commuters on Highway 80. The double paned windows are not enough to block out the cacophany of engines and horns. Hopefully, you will never have to bear such a place as I have had to for what has only been a few monthes.
I have resorted to playing a trick on myself at night in order to sleep. I close my eyes and try to imagine that passing hum of cars is only the tide rolling out over the rocks--like Arnold in Dover Beach. Unfortunately, more often than not a trucker rolls by shaking my room as if I were in a minor earthquake. The Horror! The Horror!
My second story apartment literally opens onto the freeway, so in the morning I can open up my windows and wave at the passing commuters on Highway 80. The double paned windows are not enough to block out the cacophany of engines and horns. Hopefully, you will never have to bear such a place as I have had to for what has only been a few monthes.
I have resorted to playing a trick on myself at night in order to sleep. I close my eyes and try to imagine that passing hum of cars is only the tide rolling out over the rocks--like Arnold in Dover Beach. Unfortunately, more often than not a trucker rolls by shaking my room as if I were in a minor earthquake. The Horror! The Horror!
