Things I Will Not Miss About Boston

I'm taking a packing break. Since I don't particularly care for packing, and I'm in a grumpy mood I thought I'd post things I won't miss about living here. And in the next day or so I'll post the things I will miss about living here.

1. The crying baby next door. The smokers who lived there before were a million times better. I could sleep all night long without being woken up by the baby (and I am a heavy sleeper, ask Jeff or my Mom if you don't believe me!). Smokers were better even when our whole damn apartment smelled like smoke because it leaked into our apartment through the dryer vent. I'm an asthmatic, so that's saying something.
   
2. Should I also mention the couple that fights upstairs, the screaming children in the pool and the lady who brings her 4 year old kid to the weight room then runs on a treadmill and ignores him for an hour?
   
3. Oh, and the people below and one door to the right of us. They have this awful wind chime that sounds like someone is banging together some 2 by 4s.
4. Or the people below us who smoke on their patio. And are practically deaf and scream into the phone on their patio.
   
5. The crazy drivers. Jeff stresses when he drives. I don't think we've had one drive in 3 years where at some point we didn't think we were going to die.
   
6. The crazies that used to come into my pharmacy.
7. The attitudes of people who live here. People are generally nice, but you can totally tell when someone is from Massachusetts just by their attitude. And when they're mean, they're mean. And irrational.
8. The thunderstorms. They are so wussy. They don't even deserve to be called thunderstorms.
9. The lack of storage in our apartment. In a way, it's nice because we don't have random crap sitting around. We pretty much use everything we have, which is helpful when packing for a big move because we don't have to throw stuff out.
10. My attitude. Boston has made me a meaner person. I don't really like it. I realize every now and then that I've changed in a not so good way, and try to go back to being nicer. The old me probably wouldn't have made an entire post about the things I will not miss and hate about a place.