After living in this house for two weeks, I've been able to adjust to the nuances of it all. And although it may not be fair to compare the two, I can't help but think of all the differences between this house and my last apartment. All the differences make me realize all the reasons I love this neighborhood.
- I can leave potted plants on my porch without fear that they will be stolen.
- The cars parked on my street are actually those of my neighbors, not the people attending the night club (or as I called it, the bingo hall) across the street.
- When I hear a loud thud outside I'm not worried that my house is being broken into, but rather know that it is my neighbor's boys rolling by on their skateboards.
- If I play music later at night, I don't have to be concerned the person on the other side of the wall will complain.
- I have more than two rooms.
- The kids down the street are going to school, not to a drug deal.
- I no longer constantly wonder if my neighbor, Vance, has his ear pressed to the wall to hear my phone conversations (I swear I only did this once to him....and it wasn't an interesting conversation).
- I have a real fireplace, as in the kind you can burn logs in. It may be against my lease to use it, but I still have it.
- There's a yard. Yes. It is a pain to rake. And yes. I'll complain every time a leaf falls. every. time. None the less, there's a yard.
- There are windows on the side of my shed. Not practical, light flows through them, windows. Just window panes. Attached to the siding.
I'm excited to keep looking in the crevices to find more unique things about this place. But really, above everything else, the most important reason I love living in this house, in this neighborhood, is being able to spend every day with my best friend. Honestly, what could be better than that?
