…especially a semi with a layer of brick missing between the houses. We have the breeze block. They have the brick. We hear a lot of each other. Sadly, we hear more of them than they do of us.
Our current neighbours moved in two weeks ago. We are delighted the previous neighbours have moved. They new neighbour’s noise isn’t affecting us emotionally as we ourselves are moving next year; Mum wants to go home up North and I have no problem with that.
What I struggle to understand is why people are so miserable and angry. Mum and I have suffered over the years. We’ve had more than our fair share of trauma. Yet we remain quite content in our day-to-day lives. Yes we have problems but we keep laughing, keep having fun. Our neighbours shout at each other a lot. A lot. Even the young child living there shouts.
Mum and I will never stop being us. We will never succumb to the miseries of life. I am increasingly proud of us for doing so. Life it shit. It really is. You can’t let it beat you. We won’t.
Luna Lonewolf 