When my aunt buys property, she’ll always go straight to the higher floors. I watched her do this and it obviously works as investments, but I never really got it growing up because I thought Hmmm you’ll be waiting the longest for and whilst in the lift… But that was the reality; the higher the floor, the more expensive. And a lot of people care about the views they get; the view of our Jakarta town, even a little point at the top covered by trees, demands a premium price.
I rent the low level of an apartment. Start small, I thought, this is nice. Same sentiment from the mosquitoes from the tree at the right front of my window and surrounding “parking view” we had, I couldn’t get the swimming pool view & garden view. I’m renting an apartment not at the center city, but it’s really easy for me to use the public transport when I have to. I walk only 1km distance to the Commuter station, the taxi stand is available for 24 hours, easy to order ojek cause the apartment location is reachable..plus the lovely sound of prayers that I hear everyday cause there’s a mosque near by. My level still far from the top floor, but it’s okay, I can just frame up a picture of the Jakarta city on my window and pretend that’s my premium view. One day, maybe, I can afford the top floor rates.
Since last night, my whole perspective has changed.
So I came home, carrying my some plastic bags on one arm, and the other arm carrying my heavy bag. The right shoulder was occupied by the handle of my handbag, also heavy with contents like groceries and stupid coins (and why the heck do I need to bring two laptops, I was questioning my intelligence just now).
I walked (fumbled) into the lobby and was about to press the Up button for the lift when I realized all of the lift doors were open. I looked at the guard, and he lazily replied, “Lift spoiled,” in that same familiar insincere tone he’d say “Good night,” every night.
NO WAY ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME.
He pointed to the staircase door.
I pointed to the Up button again. Repeatedly. Desperately.
But fast forward, I found myself climbing up the stairs to my apartment floor. Annoyed, of course. Arms about to fall off, taking breaks in between… I mean seriously after G it should just be 1. WHAT THE HECK IS MEZZANINE FLOOR. THAT’S JUST MORE STAIRS FOR ME.
By the 3rd floor, I was sweating, panting, basically in no condition I’d like the public to see. This one Japanese guy sprinted past me and I thought he was the biggest show off ever. I know you probably love walking and all, I see you around in your sportswear but now is not the time, dude. Now is the time for you to offer to carry my bags for me. Or carry me.
After what seemed like a year, I finally arrived on my floor. Never been so happy to see my apartment door.
So yes, last night was the night the 1st floor people laugh at the penthouse brats upstairs who never smile. When I was about to go to bed last night, but they probably hadn’t reached their floor yet. Even till now. Hehehe
Lift spoiled, but first lemme take a pic in it post my morning run