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wSaturday, March 29, 2003


won't you be my neighbor?

the house next door has a For Rent sign in the front yard.
it's been drawing a lot of attention, and it's been interesting to watch the
different sorts of people out there looking for a place to live. it's always
fun to wonder who your new neighbors are gonna be (maybe for me,
that stems from years of growing up on military bases, prime locations
for high turnover on new neighbors ~ is it gonna be my new best friend?
my new boyfriend? are they even gonna have kids my age? what if we
don't like them, do i still have to be nice to them?)

today, i walked outside to quickly dispose of something in the outside
garbage can, and i shout BRRRRR as loud as i can at the world for being
cold to me on my day off. i then turn and scuttle to the trash can on the
other side of our porch, lean over and reach to throw something away,
and i see a fella standing in the next door driveway, checking out the
place and the layout of the backyard, but now looking at me.

i mumble, oh sorry (for being so loud & obnoxious). he smiles quickly
(like, was nothing). then i nod (cool) and turn around, walking back to
my front door, wondering if i should have said something more, like sold
him on the place to live, or if i should have made chit chat with him to
figure out if he would have been a good neighbor or not. and if not, i could
have told him something awful about the landlord or something (of which
i know nothing, actually). so as i'm walking away from this two-second
encounter, i'm thinking all of this. and i'm thinking also if he's wondering
about me at all. like, what a freak, screaming off her front porch, i don't
think this is my kind of neighborhood. or, she's kinda quirky, i think i'll
fit in great around here.

i turn and look back quickly, then shut the door, ready to proceed with
my day of doing nothing. but as i turned around for that last glance, i
thought to myself, i wonder how we appear as neighbors to house hunters,
with stocks on our front porch for the past month...selling point?! or not..?


posted by reform school jill at 4:11 PM