Living in a closet, part deaux

It was decided I would move my bed and stuff into our storage garage until the time came for finding a place that would suit us. I would sleep on the floor in the office if need be. We had been looking that Sunday morning for a place to rent. My co-worker and friend had been looking on a website for military people. The Coast Guard station has a two year personnel required turnover and many people choose to rent to them on this website. It wasn't long until a phone call placed to a condo owner looked promising. The owners were looking for renters and would show it to us today. We went and after a very brief meeting found a great place. A one bedroom with a loft that over looks Auke Bay. We would share it and then, when his family came down, they would look for a house to rent and I would share it with my soon to be here wife. They gave us the key and said we could move in today! No storage for my bed! I made my way back to the quiet (at least during the day) apartment and quickly spirited my stuff out in the cover of daylight. Just when something can seem really bad, it turns really good. Some will call this luck, but I know differently. The night was quiet. Every night is quiet. Most of the people living in the condo keep to themselves. I have noticed this a lot since I have been here. People are friendly but they are also private. The closet is now a memory, a lesson learned.

Living in a closet

The romance of living in a tenth floor studio in downtown Juneau wore off rather quickly. The first night my carpet was still wet from the cleaning and I spread out two rain coats on the floor in the walk-in closet. There were two large fans running in the apartment providing plenty of white noise. I slept o.k. but not a memory easily forgotten. In the morning, the floor was pretty dry. I got dressed and then off to work. I still had no furniture but a sleeping bag for a bed on the floor. The apartment was quiet until about 2:30 a.m. when my neighbor turned on his stereo (I didn't think I was living in a college dorm!)  I knocked on his door but no answer. About 4:00 a.m. the stereo went off so I slept. I was tired but off to another day of work. It was Friday night so I assumed that the stereo may actually go on early and possibly be off earlier. Wrong again! I had planned for this and, armed with ear plugs, I moved into my closet and closed the door to the noise. Even with ear plugs I could still hear the stereo faintly. I called the manager and left a message at about 2:00 a.m. Saturday was bed delivery day, but would I be able to sleep in it? That night I climbed into bed armed once again with ear plugs. At 2:30 a.m. again the bass was able to penetrate my silence. Off to the closet with the sleeping bag! I called the manager again, telling her I could no longer stay here. This was for me a worst case scenario. Sunday I would move out. I only had food, a bed and clothing so not too difficult. There are two of us working in our Juneau office and now, both of us needed a place to stay. My co-worker is quite a resourceful individual. He is a war veteran who spent three months living in our office sleeping in a sleeping bag. Like me he was unable to find a reasonably priced place to stay until his family moved here. Sunday morning we arrived in the office. He asked if perhaps we could find a place to share until his family came here? We get along very well so that was definitely a possibility. What would happen next?