For many apartment living is the first step into the real world. It is the first real step into adulthood, and it is something that many people actually look forward to. But as we step into and walk around the “real world” many of us find ourselves wishing we were back home with Mom and Dad, eating home cooked meals, lounging on the couch on Sundays, and having clean laundry. For many, apartment living quickly reveals its true colors and it slowly begins to peel away at the top layer of freedom and adulthood. And for people like me, I realized that the biggest problem I was going to face with living in an apartment, was the fact that people were literally living next to me, on top of me, below me and all around me. I can not choose these people, they have been chosen for me. My purpose as a renter was to just deal with the hand that I rolled myself into.
Neighbors as many people call them, have surrounded me my whole apartment career. Neighbors make insane people seem normal and each neighbor of mine has a story. This story I have, in a sense fabricated in my head, based upon my interactions with them, has also urged me to write a Gossip Girl themed blog page about them. Telling their story, whether real or fake, and providing an insight into the lives of my neighbors. My neighbors provide me with entertainment. They provide me ideas and stories that I laugh about when I tell other people. My neighbors provide me with proof, that everyone in this world is weird. Whether it is running into my apartment so that they cannot talk to me, or tell me how beautiful my dog is for the 800th time, or ask me where I have been for the last two days, my neighbors always seem to know whats up. And in return I give them nothing. I tell them nothing about my life and I leave my doors closed my hellos to just a wave. I will straight up tell them I will not remember their name, but will remember their dogs, next time I see them, and they still will not leave me alone. I have learned in my 8 years of apartment living to remain silent. So I wanted to do a Neighbors segment today and introduce you to my first neighbor in apartment E.
My new neighbors down stairs are a lovely, younger couple that just relocated here because of his job. They have been really nice whenever I have interacted with them, which shockingly I have done a couple of times. They do not spark me as the kind of people who are going to be ringing on my door for milk or asking if I am taking the dog for a walk and if they could join. They keep to themselves and I like that. They do not overstep their boundaries, and I think mainly because they are around my age and are experienced apartment renters, like myself. After moving in they purchased, well, I think they adopted, a dog. Actually now that I think about it, that is really the only reason I ever said hello to them and introduced myself. Wow… that’s kind of rude of me… oops. But anyway the dog… no, wait… puppy, the puppy was cute, as all puppies are, and I was blindsided by this dog. I was straight up love stuck by this cute puppy face and completely neglected to see the terror that resided in her eyes. As an experienced renter, I always prepare for the worst and expect nothing better. This puppy was so cute, that I did not prepare for the terror it soon turned into, barking every night for 10 to 15 minutes at a time. Straight. No muzzle or bark collar included.
Now to get a puppy and live in a house is one thing, but to get a puppy and live in an apartment is a HUGE problem. Puppies and apartments do not mix. They are terrors. They mess all over, they bark, they chew things, they bark, they chew, they burn the nice green grass that your landscaping company maintains, they bark, they attack your dog violently as you sit there and smile, they bite, and did I mention, they bark? Now I would never pick up the phone and call to complain about the dog, mainly because this is a pet friendly community and I have a dog that will bark from time to time. It is one thing to bark at a car or a person, that is normal dog nature, but it is another to bark at nothing and continue to do it repeatedly for 10 minutes straight. I always say, “Oh, I will say something to them next time I see them about controlling the barking,” but NOPE, when I see them I smile and say “She seems like she is a great puppy! So well behaved!” WHY?!? Why am I like that with them? What spell have they put on me, where I am actually being a nice neighbor?! Do I actually like this dog? These people? No! The dog drives me insane and yet I smile and pet it like its amazing. I smile at the woman and ask her about her weekend. I have spoken maybe 35 words to them in the 6 months they have lived here. It makes no sense.
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She has to be a witch. Or maybe she has a voodoo doll. Or maybe I am loosing my mind. Maybe it is the barking?!
And sometimes I think about extending myself to the woman, who is probably about my age and seeing if she wants to go on a walk with the dogs, or go grab some coffee. I even think about seeing if she wants to take an art class together or go to Bingo. WHO AM I?! It’s definitely voodoo.
I have become one of those neighbors. And it is terrifying. The dog is still barking xo