Waiting on New Neighbors
I don’t like change and I hate things I have no control over so anticipating new neighbors put me out of my comfort zone.
Every morning I expected the beeping sound of a moving truck to replace my privacy with something entirely distasteful like snarling dogs, brunch-prone twenty-somethings, or competitive badminton players.
Nobody wants their weekends interrupted by people grunting over shuttlecocks. Read More