It's been almost two weeks since I rented Airbnb's new house.I got used to the city and didn't have much problems, but when I slept one night, there was a group of people playing music on the shared terrace in the middle of the night.
At first I thought it was acceptable volume, but it became louder and louder, combined with the other person's voice.
And now it's two o'clock in the middle of the night!
I don't think it's a good idea to have a party until this time, but I doubt my nerves as to why I can have a loud party in front of people's houses.
I touched the kitchen window to be careful, but I closed the door and managed to close it because I thought it would be somewhat better if I closed the door of the room.
I was knocked up at two o'clock yesterday, so I made tea while fighting the sleeper.
My wife was stretching in the morning as usual.
Then I heard a knock on the door.
Who would be at this time of the day?
My wife and I opened the door with suspicion, and a white young man stood.
"Can you speak English?"Because I heard that
Oh, and I'm going to say
Apparently, when my wife exercised in the morning, it would sound down, so she asked me to stop.
I apologized to him and he went down as it was.
I'm sorry, but when I sit in a chair and drink tea and calm down,
Come to think of it, I remembered his voice.
Maybe he was the one who was having a party until midnight yesterday!?
When I thought about it, I felt regret for my apology.
No, to be precise, I should have been careful about yesterday's noise.
If we had done that, we would have been like each other and fit in a circle.
At this rate, I'm not one-sidedly evil,
At this time, what I was dissatisfied with was the day when I learned the importance of spitting out immediately.
I need to be stronger on myself.