|Ginter Park's railway (by me!)|
New apartment meant peace and quiet and heat. We were stoked.
We found an apartment that was part of an old re-purposed stove factory. It had wood floors, new appliances, our own washer/dryer right in the unit, a wonderful view of the DMV lot where people would learn to ride motorcycles (hilarity) and also the science museum dome, was right downwind from the vanilla factory (awesome!)...............and was next to some train tracks.
No biggie, right?
I'm sure you see where this train is headed.
Because it wasn't train tracks alone. It was a crossing. Which meant every time a train passed through, cue the horn tooting long and low. This, however, we learned to ignore by familiarity.
It was the sirens that really did us in. Because in addition to being downwind from a vanilla factory (yay!) and a train crossing (boo!) we were also in a triangle-of-doom with a -- wait for it -- ambulance dispatch lot and a fire station.
I never in my life thought that I would yearn for the days of the goth industrial band house with no heat, but there I was, 2AM, 3AM, 3:22AM, waking up to sweet siren calls being answered by a million trains. At least it smelled better than the band house, but still. What kind of endorsement is that? "Smells better than a goth industrial band house!" Yeah, what doesn't?*
And that, my friends, is why you should never live in repurposed factories. Wait, that wasn't it. Don't leave the comforts of the cold band house? Maybe just, in the words of MST3K, look for trains. (Why don't they look?)
*In all fairness, it mostly smelled that one time a box of fruit was left in a room and forgotten during the summer...and that time *something* died under the house (raccoon? we hope?)...