But you can bitch about them on your blog, and that’s something.
When we lived down south we had a rental property next door. It was a revolving door of nightmarish neighbors, each one worst than the last. For 17 years we physically cringed when the moving van pulled up to unload the next batch of morons.
You think I’m kidding when I say morons?
One guy came over and asked my husband how to change a light bulb.
One never mowed the lawn.
One had wild parties every night (and never invited us, which is the definition of rude).
One brought cockroaches to the cul de sac.
One had to be evicted (she may or may not have been a hooker, tough call).
One shot pigeons for fun and left their rotting carcasses in the back yard.
One ran an errand for his wife and never came back.
One painted the house’s exterior trim Pepto Bismol pink.
Yes, in retrospect it sounds entertaining. But trust me, it was anything but.
So when we moved back to Maine and chose to live in the country far away from the morons? When we picked a house where you can barely see your neighbors?
Life was good. Until a dumb ass neighbor moved in to the house behind us.
Have you ever Google Earthed yourself?
This is a shot of our place.
With a giant blue dot for what must have been me with my laptop out on the deck.
We own a smidge over 3 acres and as you can see, mow most of it. Our property line ends a few dozen feet into the woods and the adjoining property runs down to the river. Sadly, it was all one massive piece 2 years before we moved here. Wish we had found it before it was split up… but if wishes came true? I’d be 5’9″, 120 lbs and have a summer home in Tuscany.
The previous owners of our home lived here for 2 years while they built a larger house on the water. They were great…. but moved away after 10 years. Now we have a college frat boy/trust fund baby whose daddy bought him the house (for $750,000), gave him a prosperous business, which he then sold for a fortune and “retired” at 35. He spends all his time playing with numerous expensive toys and traveling on daddy’s dime. Must be nice.
But the reason for this bitchy post?
One of his toys is a giant motor home….. that he parks on the outermost limit of his property so he won’t have to see the damn thing.
That’s us in blue, with our little 3 acres. We own a narrow patch of the woods past the fields….. his house is on the upper left of the picture.
He had all that wooded land in between….
But he parked the stupid thing 2 inches from our property line.
You can’t pick your neighbors… but you can certainly waste 478 words bitching about them.