Neighbors

The Good - I have two very cool neighbors, Terrence and Renee, who live across from each other and in the front of my building on my floor. They were very friendly and welcoming from day 1, before I even moved in. I was just coming by to check out the place before I signed the lease and they gave me the skinny on everything I needed to know. Renee is hilarious. Terrence is a single dad with a little boy around the boy's age and is very nice also. I hope the boys can play together this summer. And no, I do not want to date him. He's not my type, but still, he's very nice. There's also a new couple that just moved in under Terrance. They introduced themselves the other day. Wife is pregnant, due in August with a girl. Used to teach, but is going to do the SAHM thing after the baby is born. Wanted to know if I knew anyone who needed a daycare sitter. They were eyeing the kiddo with hopefulness. They seem like a very sweet and young couple and I suspect money will be tight for awhile. I wish them the best.

The Bad - My downstairs neighbors underneath but across from me are annoying as hell. If the husband didn't work here I would have gotten ugly with them a long time ago. But he did let me into my apartment off the record one time when I locked myself out (he could have charged me or made me get a locksmith as my lease requires) and so I feel compelled to be nice. Never know when I might need him again, you know? They sit out on their patio drinking beer and smoking with their friends, being generally loud and obnoxious at all hours of the night on the weekends. But they are smart about it and generally only do this on the weekends. They do seem to have cool friends though and also have two little boys who are a few years older than the boy but still young enough for him to play with. Hmmm. The jury is still out on them I guess.

The Ugly- The neighbor directly underneath me is hellish. She makes my dog cry. She plays this loud, booming Spanish music with a ton of bass that I think hurts Bingo's ears because everytime she plays it the dog starts howling miserably. It would be kind of funny if it wasn't so sad. And not only is it loud, it's the SAME song over and over and over again on repeat. She also has two teenage kids that are ghetto as hell and cut up with their friends right outside my bedroom window on evenings that I'd rather it be quiet and still...oh well. If I wanted quiet and still I wouldn't have moved to an apartment. What else? Oh let's see...she dropped some groceries out of a bag, including some fruit juice that busted and just LEFT IT on the sidewalk. Ants everywhere, not to mention the trash. It's still there and that was on Saturday. WTF? Pick up your trash beyotch. I will get rid of it myself if it's not gone by tomorrow. TRI-FLING. Oh and her patio is filled with black trashbags full of...?????? Toys? Clothes? Dead bodies? I don't know. Get a storage unit. Get an apartment with better storage space. I dunno. Luckily we both face the back so it doesn't ruin the appearance of the place (which is why I suspect she has managed to get away with it), but at this point I am just annoyed by her general existence.

Sigh. When I start house-hunting, an end-unit is a must. Only one wall to share and plenty of space between me and everybody BUT the wall-sharer. I can live with that.