“Doctor gave me a relaxation cassette. When my blood pressure gets too high, the man on the tape tells me to say, ‘Serenity now!’”
- Frank Costanza

For over a year, Jason and I have been subjected to the various clatter of sundry tenants in the corporate apartment above us. You see, a company in Nashville has leased out the upstairs apartment for its transfer families, moving a different family in an average of every six weeks.

As is typical, most of these families have children, small children, children who like to run and jump and drop-kick anvils, for example.

After a year of our walls, dishes and even floors shaking, a year of countless noise complaint letters, a year of peaceless-ness, Jason and I decided to do something about it. We thought rationally through our situation, wrote a wish list of what we would ask the apartment management for, and set up an appointment with the office.

On Tuesday, we were given every one of our hopes without having to ask!

Wooded-view apartment – done
Third floor – check
New carpet – got it
New tile – it’s yours

They even threw in several other perks to compensate for all we’ve put up with the past year plus the insanity of moving.

We could hardly believe it and took to immediate rejoicing, basking in the glow of justice, even buying a couple little things for our new nest that we would inhabit starting July 12.

Then came the blow. Today we learned that the new apartment is not going to be available for an additional week. Without going into detail, the following week is the absolute worst possible time for us to move; near impossible, in fact.

But we’re going ahead with it. What else can we do? We’ve talked to the office again, asked for a compromise, done everything but go to the current tenants of our new apartment and thrown them out.

We are stuck. And what do you do when you’re stuck, when you’ve got to get out of the place you’re in, but you can’t make it to where you’re going…not quite yet anyway.

For me, the recipe is simple: throw a temper tantrum, cry and whine to your significant other and your sympathetic mom, and then, with emotions raw and ragged, the insanity of ever-changing circumstances camped all around, muster a cry for, “Serenity Now! Serenity Now!”

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