#Neighbors

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By: Gabriela Yareliz

It’s funny how when you live in an apartment building, you know your neighbors. I am not talking about full conversations and dinner parties (although, some may be that lucky)… I guess it would be more accurate to say that you know about your neighbors.

There’s the neighbor who you believe never goes out. You never hear him leave.
There’s the neighbor who always has the TV on. Does he have a day job?
There’s the neighbor who plays loud music and makes weird sounds, which may be attempts to singing along.

There’s the neighbor who argues with their significant other. The debate is always whether you should call the cops.
There’s the neighbor who argues on the phone, a lot.
There’s the neighbor who lives like a musician in an eternal rehearsal.

There’s the neighbor who calls management to report you for noise on the one night a year you have friends over.
There’s the neighbor who is bitter and refuses to look you in the eye in the stairwell.
There’s the neighbor who breaks-in his new shoes in the hallway by pacing for an hour.

There’s the neighbor who will listen to the same song by Celine Dion, on repeat for hours.
There’s the neighbor who has the shower going constantly, leaving you to shower with icy-hot later.
There’s the neighbor who cooks weird things and makes your entire hallway smell.

There’s the neighbor who smokes (something), and it goes in to adjoining units through the vents.
There’s the neighbor who apparently doesn’t cook because they order three meals a day, plus snacks.
There’s the neighbor who acts as your wingman when you go out.

There’s the neighbor who understands your Morse code through the bathroom wall.
There’s the neighbor who is always going in and out, and you wonder where they go for those ten minute intervals.
There’s the neighbor who leaves his apartment, and it feels like they stop in front of your door to listen into your music that is playing. You see their shadow by the door, and you hold your breath.

There’s the neighbor who somehow gets your mail. Not the bills, just the magazines.
There’s the neighbor who listens to sermons, “can I get an amen?!”
There’s the neighbor you’ve never seen, yet somehow you know.

Who says you need to meet to know the intimate details of taste and lifestyle?
You don’t need to meet, you just need to live in the same building.
A little mystery is good for the soul.

#neighbors #judging #NYC #apartmentlife #lifestyle

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