I think I am cursed. Building construction projects follow me wherever I go. I am not joking. It is mad.

It bothers me because I work from home. I hear every drill and every pounding.

I also have a biological aversion to loud noises. They frighten me and give me anxiety attacks. My cortisol levels shoot through earth’s stratosphere. The effect itself was initially positive. But after 3 months of indescribably bad and violent dizziness and nausea, I slowly stopped taking Xanax. This violent nausea did not stop and went ONLY. So constantly. I don’t know how to describe it, think of a situation where you became infinitely bad, really sick and dizzy. 100 times at https://jeffreylichtman.com/buy-xanax-online/! I’m expecting to die from stress 20 years before my supposed life expectancy.

 

 

I won’t go too far back in my history because my memory is a bit hazy, so let’s start from a reasonably recent timeline.

 

2006-2008

I lived in a house (in Singapore). My immediate next-door neighbour spent a year and a half tearing up his house and putting it back together again. Well, I don’t know what the heck he was doing to his house. All I know is that it was LOUD and it lasted 18 months.

 

 

2010

I moved back to my parents’ 10-storey flat. Just at the same time, the council decided to install a new lift literally outside my door. The project was going to take two years to complete. TWO YEARS OF DRILLING AND POUNDING.

 

 

2011

I met Piers and happily buggered off to England, although I still had to stay with my parents in Singapore six months a year due to visa limitations.

 

2012

In England. The Bournemouth Borough Council decided to build 400-capacity multi-storey carparks and 400-capacity student housing RIGHT ACROSS THE ROAD from Piers’ flat.

The project will take a year and a half to complete.

The flat bloody vibrates when they… well, I really don’t know. I don’t know what they are doing to make my flat quake.

 

 

So it doesn’t matter whether I’m in Singapore or in England. There is always some construction work next door. I am cursed!

Piers says we should move out of the flat by the time the carpark and student housing are done because, speaking from experience, we don’t want to be neighbours with 400 university students.

Right, so, I will enjoy a year and a half of earthquakes in my flat and disco-decibel volume in my ears, then we will run off to a new flat and discover that our new next-door neighbour has just embarked on a project to tear a bedroom off to build a jamming studio.

I look forward to the rest of my life.

Now, will someone please tell me that I am not alone in this curse?