Hesitant Resident

So I guess a new voter's registration card and change of address sticker makes me an official resident of Oakland County. There's no pretending anymore. And so with that comes the West-sider title. Gross. I don't think I'll be able to identify with it for quite some time. Or ever.

I've lived in apartments or townhouses for slightly over half my life and have never experienced the rudeness of the idiots that just moved in next door to us. Really, is it necessary to have the volume up that loud at ALL hours of the day? My goal by November is to have them kicked out. And I dread what they will be like during the summer - which is really sad, because that's my favorite time of year. I don't even have a place to go outside and peacefully read a book. I don't like that feeling. I can't say I remember what it feels like to live in a house, but I miss it terribly. I think the privacy and quiet is something I would appreciate more than anything at this time in my life. And the parking. Mr. Noise has no idea how to park his damn car. Ugh - there are fewer things as annoying as that nonsense.

Time for more chores. Bye.