Wake up Wake up the sun!

I am thinking about moving to an upstairs apartment. I am kicking around the idea before I commit. There is a good and bad list, but mostly, I like living on the top, I can have my windows open and not feel like someone could break in. I like safety. I also don't like when the upstairs neighbors flood their apartment mine gets wet, nor do I like when they overload their garbage disposal my dump site in the laundry room explodes with remnants of dinner. DISGUSTING! When their air conditioner froze up; water filled my laundry room. My laundry room is the magnet for all the spillage, the linoleum is ruined in there. NOT my fault.
The carpets will have to be replaced, and there are some door frames that Sherman has scratched down to the wood, plus all the nail holes that I put into a place. I will most definitely lose the deposit, and possible owe more when they are finished assessing the damage here. Most of it wear and tear on very cheap linoleum and carpet. We are rather hard on places, not intentionally, it just works out that way. My best friend Tonie thinks its all do-able. What an optimist, she has no idea how much stuff is piled in here. I think a ton. Literally. I weighed it once. I pile and stack neatly, you cannot tell what is hidden in here.
Cleaning this place will be a bear, its so packed with book shelves and books, that it hasn't gotten a deep cleaning in awhile. I move things around and vacuum, but that isn't really cleaning. Then there is the ever permeating odor of dog. Eventually shampooing hides it, but it is still there to my offended nose.
I found out for 12.38 I can have the couch hauled away by the disposal company. What a deal! when I have 12.38 I will do this. I thought I might get some big pillows to toss on the floor until I can afford a couch. I cannot stand this red and green plaid couch. It is falling apart, the cushions won't stay put, it is too worn to donate to anyone but the landfill.
Bad things: I would have to change the mail, cable, gas and power. I would have to haul all that heavy stuff upstairs. I am not getting any younger, I dislike lifting heavy things. Tonie and her daughter are tiny, they think they are burly! I would rather have two brawny guys move the heavy stuff. ANYWAY, I am thinking about it. I live on the bottom right on the road, I don't like that, especially in summer when my windows are open. It would be so easy for someone to pop the screen and come right in. Unless the Cocker Spaniel was feeling territorial.