So, I Tweeted we were getting new neighbors yesterday. I mentioned about a week ago the kids upstairs moved out. They have a baby now and have moved on to greener pastures, presumably inclusive of a fenced yard and swing set, with a garage for their two late-model Toyotas and all the trimmings. We wish them well in their upwardly mobile progress and we admire their dedication and apparent planning. It paid off in spades for them and we’re so happy things are going their way.
Friday last, the new neighbors moved in. Well, they started the process. They bring with them stomping, loud shouting, and a dog which howls and barks at the empty apartment from about 5:45AM on. They’re what used to be called “white trash” before saying such things fell out of vogue. I don’t know what to call them other than our new neighbors. I am not – repeat, not – looking forward to this time.
The unfortunate thing is, this is typical behavior for apartment dwellers here in this rathole we call “home state.” It’s disgusting how little regard for anyone but themselves people display. These classless and crass people had no regard for the noise their dog makes, and by the vehement screaming they’re doing outside as they move their crap in, I can tell the dog is both disobedient and unleashed, which is against the law in our “home state.” Supposedly. And against the apartment’s “policy” on pets. Which seems pretty fluid because we were told when we moved in we couldn’t have a pet in this side of the building.
So, the complex management is more interested in filling up the building than in vetting their new residents, and that’s fine. With the price they’re charging for these places, I’m a little shocked people like this can earn enough money to make the rent. But perhaps that’s because I’m being harsh and judgmental despite my desire to be neither. We have always tried to be courteous neighbors when sharing walls and ceilings/floors with others and try to make our children understand how important it is to think of others as well as yourself. But we seem to be the only people in this region of the country so doing.
I suspect the relationship with the people living above us isn’t going to be as warm and friendly as it was with the previous tenants. I suspect I’ll be praying and hoping against all hope, because I know my situation and where I stand with things, for a way to move at the end of September. The myriad financial disasters which have left us stuck and depressed, living like college dorm dwellers, isn’t going to improve overnight even though it happened nearly that fast. I’m sure the loudmouths upstairs will be gone long before we can manage it.
The young couple upstairs lived above us for four years. I don’t know how much longer I can sustain living here since the rent climbs exponentially faster than my income, but I’m praying either them or us won’t be here that long.
If you’re the praying type, I could use it. I need to learn charity and understanding and ditch being judgmental and stereotyping.
It’d be easier if people wouldn’t so easily fit into them with their actions, words and attitudes, though.
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