Dick and his wife, moved out on Wednesday. He did show up briefly, Thursday to put the garbage cans back in. Then yesterday, I saw a strange car pull into the garage.
I'm excited and thinking positive in regards to the new neighbors. I refuse to worry about it and waste all this beautiful quiet. We'll deal with whatever comes -
I remember years ago, living in apartments when I was young. I always seemed to live beside someone who partied and played their music wall-pounding loud. I enjoyed my loud music and always tried to be respectful because that is just how I was raised.
Years ago, when my first husband and I rented a house, we lived next to drug dealers and once there was a drug bust and a shootout.
Another time, we lived next to a wife beater.
I've lived next to neighbors who wanted to hang out all the time, to neighbors who thought they were ABOVE everyone else. One house I lived next to, had 2 pit bull dogs and one of the dogs hung himself. He was tied up and got up onto his igloo doghouse and the chain got caught and he hung. My kindergarten son and his little friend came to show me - it was terrible.
|My childhood home in the Haight Ashbury today|
If you don't live on your own property, miles away from anyone else, chances are you have neighbors and in some areas (like California) they are way too close for comfort. Like in San Francisco, the houses are smack up against each other, in rows. Although I don't remember, ever hearing the neighbors.
|Those houses are close together!(My house was the 4th from left)|
That's urban- city living for you. You just get used to it.