Oh lovelies, I just woke up from a nightmare about the condo. In no uncertain terms the seller's real estate agent told us that we were going to hate living on the first floor (the biggest of the very few compromises we had to make with this place). He said that even though it is technically on the second floor our upstairs neighbors would probably be so loud on a daily basis that we could only be miserable.
When I tried to visit the condo again and talk to him about the noise, I could not find the place. Suddenly it became a large complex of condo buildings and shops. There were escalators inside elevators and people behind desks who provided absolutely no help what-so-ever. When I finally found the building and the mean old agent, we had to compete with other people for his service. When I won the competition of helping him bake bread and then cleaning the whole office afterwords, he still helped other people first. When it was finally our turn he informed us that we could only view the condo through a special instrument that would correct the angles of the walls. Then I woke up.
I am still bleary eyed. My heart is still pounding. I came to tell you right away. I don't know why. I guess I wanted to talk about it. I could use a hug. xox=vv.