I went to take out the trash and I smelled this strange stench in the stairwell. I look and behold for a split second, there is a big pile of shit in the corner with some toilet paper on top. It's hot summer, remember, so the smell permeated the whole space. I think that's a sign, I should draw the line now. At some point you realize it's no longer a trade-off of any kind.
I will never, ever own an apartment. Not here for sure, but not in NYC, not in Paris and not in London either. I'm less inclined to believe one of the tenants in the building did it, but neighbors are just the worst thing. It's not enough that you can hear their angry phone calls, fart, singing and panting sex, this is unacceptable. Could it have been that a homeless man followed someone in and took a shit there? Or could it have been an animal? We don't know. I don't want to know. I just know I'm done.
I don't know what to say anymore. I'm done.