Neighbors

It has been since my dorm year at college that I have lived so close to neighbors that I see some of their routines.

On one side of me is a couple of early 20s girls. My parents say that they like to have loud parties, but I haven't heard any since I've moved in. They have a couple of guy friends (boyfriends?) and a girl friend with a maybe 2 year old that frequently come over. It can be loud if they all hang out on their patio and chat, but that would be the same for anyone.

On the other side is a couple with their 2 small children. I haven't officially met them yet, but they all seem nice. However, I can hear every time they walk up and down their stairs, and they don't close their kitchen cabinets gently. The kids spend most of the day using the back patio as their playground, and they talk at twice the volume of any average adult. Don't get me wrong, they sound adorable. But loud they are.

Then there is this guy with an 18 month old (just guessing), who hangs out on the lawn in front of our place every day it seems. He is a bit older, so not sure if he is an older Dad, or a Grandpa. But the inner condos don't have any lawn, so I guess he just comes out here to let thew little guy run around a bit.

Then there are the dog walkers. Tons of them. Between the trail and the sidewalk, I probably see at least 20 people with dogs walk by every day. I notice that every older lady had a dog the size of Merlin. And this one lady has a little dog who is injured or paralyzed. His/her back 2 legs are in little slings and uses wheels to get his back half around. I always felt bad. Then my Mom and I took Merlin for a walk on the trail before she left and ran into them. The dog was a little pain in the ass and was so feisty than he knocked himself over and needed help to get back up. The owner didn't seem too sympathetic toward him/her, so I wasn't really either. But maybe he's nicer towards humans, rather than other dogs.

That's it for now. As I observe more things, I'll keep you all posted.

My move...

So, I have officially moved... as of a few weeks ago. And now that my parents headed back north, I have the place to myself. It's nice to be living in a place by myself, where I don't have to think about someone (my Dad) walking in whenever to make food, or listen to random people talking or fighting outside my bedroom window. Such a change, I love it. Plus now I've been cooking more, because I have room to actually prep and cook. When I didn't have the space, it was more of a frustration than enjoyable.

I haven't used the pool yet, but it'll be pushing 90 degrees on Tues and Wed, so those might be good days to do that. And it's been fun exploring the area. Not like I wasn't living 20 mins from this area most of my life, but I only really knew the area of Broadway Plaza. But now I have been checking out restaurants (and a Thai place I may try this week), stores, etc. I also need to explore the Iron Horse Trail (literally about 40 ft from my front door). As I sit in the living room and watch walkers, runners and bicyclists go by on the trail, it makes me feel like a bum. So that's on my to do list too.

Well, that's it for now. Off to figure out what to make for dinner, keep looking for jobs online, and catch up some more on my DVR.