one man's ceiling is another man's floor

You know, I am honest about my age. I'm not a college kid, or even a fresh-out-college kid. I am an adult. When I took this first floor apartment, it was with the knowledge that its pluses outweighed its minuses, and I honestly thought grad school was gonna work. One day, I believed, I'd get a townhouse/small house and stop paying rent. The neighborhood I live in is beautiful, on top of a hill, close enough to walk to campus (not that I need to anymore) or downtown. Downtown then can be walked in two blocks. Yeah, and my folks don't get why I don't wanna stick around.
In the Summer, fireflies dangle in the air and wild rabbits eat wild strawberries in the yard. Oh, the serenity of nature. Oh, my romantic sensibilities. Oh, yet I can't hear the nightingale singing to me, or the crickets purring on, because my upstairs neighbor's television, at least a 40 incher and visible from the street, is up so loud that I can tell you the plotline of the show. There is no need to set an alarm: child, please! At 6:30 in the blissful morning, the heavy footsteps begin the glide to prep for the working day. Sometimes I pass back out, but after her brief shower (I can hear all manner of water, including the going of pee) she stops right above my head to roll her hair. This is my conclusion, as the curling iron hits the floor at least once. I call her a "turd" outloud and pass out again, only to be reawoken when she has put on her heels. She's at least 65 years old, and she wears 3'' heels. No ma'am. And this is just her morning routine. When her toddler grandchildren are visiting, a veritable circus show, complete with promenading elephants, is unleashed.
I honestly don't know what to say. This is an experience for a college senior/recent graduate, in their first place, taking the bad because it's just their first time in the real world. Ramsey's got to move. Why? Because when the hot water pipes honk and cause the apartment to vibrate after 10PM and I find myself flicking off the ceiling or else growling to myself, it ain't proactive.