I’ve made no secret of the fact that this neighborhood has cheesed me off (much in the same that Melissa’s neighborhood has cheesed her off). And that we thought when we moved in that it wasn’t SO bad and that we could live here quite happily for a couple years before moving on. The school seemed okay (kindergarten last year was the picture of perfect), our immediate neighborhood was fantastic and the surrounding neighborhoods weren’t as scary as I was anticipating. Somewhere this year, that all changed. Our immediate neighborhood is still okay (for the most part), but the surrounding neighborhoods have gotten worse and so has the school. This year alone, 14 teachers are leaving the elementary school to teach elsewhere or retire. Go figure, a bunch of them had their vehicles vandalized several months ago. Right there in the elementary school parking lot. Of course, that parking lot is right next door to the park which is now known as Gangland around these parts. But jeezum crow. Harry’s teacher is one of the ones leaving for greener pastures. Good for her, I say. Get out while the getting is good. I know she was frustrated with the lack of involvement from some of the parents. There was a huge disparity in the levels the children in her classroom were learning at. And that’s got to be difficult to work with on a daily basis. Anyhow. Where was I?
Oh yes. Our neighbor is throwing a party this evening. He does this a couple times a year and I wouldn’t mind other than the fact that these parties get pretty obnoxious. And, you know, they’re RIGHT NEXT DOOR. And being he’s Hispanic, these parties involve many, many people and often live music. Like right now. Even though it was pretty freaking warm today and I would love to have the windows all opened to let in the night breeze, I wouldn’t be able to hear myself think. We tried that earlier and the pounding of the drums was starting to make my teeth rattle. Right now, with the windows closed, at least it’s a dull thudding with the occasional yell or two and it doesn’t sound like it’s right in my kitchen any longer. Now, far be it from me to begrudge the guy a party. Everyone loves a party. But I can recall my parents neighbors when I was growing up throwing fits whenever my parents would invite over the extended family for a pool party once a summer. There was no live music, but there was barbecuing going on and kids playing in the pool. I can only imagine what those people would have thought about this style of party. They probably would have called the cops.
If I were him (and I’m not so this is only my idea and nothing more), I would either a) make sure to invite all my neighbors to one of these fiestas in order to foster good relations or b) rent one of those covered party things they have at all the parks around here. I would probably choose option b) because then I wouldn’t have to worry about people tromping through my house right and left. But like I said, that’s just me. This idea, of course, would never occur to this guy. And meanwhile there are about a bazillion cars parked out in front of his house and since I’m right here, they’re right in front of my house too. What’s a little driveway overlap between neighbors, right? Right.
I’m probably being sensitive and intolerant. But it’s just another straw that’s breaking this camel’s back. We talked about five years and as of this week, we’ve been here three years. Is there any sort of early exit clause that I can use? Please?
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