My downstairs neighbor moved out in December.
Yesterday someone finally moved in downstairs, so I have go back to feeling guilty everytime I walk around in my creaky apartment.
Seriously – the creakiness of this apartment is louder than a vuvuzela. I’m sure it would drive me crazy if I lived below me.
But I can’t very well not walk around so…
Anyway – about the neighbor. It’s a man, about my age I think. Seems super friendly. Which, because I’m antisocial, makes me nervous. I don’t actually want to interact heavily with my neighbors. Saying hello once a month because we meet in the hall or whatever is the extent of how much I want to chat.
But he strikes me as an extravert who will want to get to know the neighbors. I could be wrong. Today was his first day. You always want to seem friendly when you meet people.
He has a pot of flowering plants already on the balcony – which seems like a very positive note.
I don’t think he is deaf, which was my only real hope for the new neighbor. Hopefully he won’t be driven to distraction by the cats and I walking around. I’’m up 3-5x a night. So. sigh.
I really don’t think deafness was too much to ask for. I didn’t want total deafness, just someone with hearing aids, who would be unlikely to notice me or the cats stomping around. Of course that would mean loud TV, so maybe it’s just as well.
I’ll just deal with the ongoing guilt/shame of living in my apartment and bothering someone with my very existence. Welcome to the crazy corner of my mental state.