It's actually been pretty hard to watch, because there just wasn't anything I could do about it.
We're talking drunk driving, car accidents, blacking out, knocking on my door at crazy hours of the day and night, asking me what happened last night because they don't remember, random people in town expressing their concerns to me because they know I live next door, watching their perfectly manicured garden and yard deteriorate from neglect,
And then my brother seeing an actual literal crack pipe on their kitchen counter, along with their pristine car being suddenly all smashed up (they are both "car people", their vehicles are their babies), and reports of seeing one of them actually driving partially in the sidewalk... well...
I don't think I've ever been so glad for a massive property tax increase in King County, because it finally priced them out and they are putting the house up for sale.
I have stories for DAYS about my neighbors, and I'm sure half the people out here do as well. People would literally ask me what kind of drugs my neighbors are on. I don't even know because I have never done enough drugs to even RECOGNIZE what they're taking. (Apparently my brother knows what a crack pipe looks like, though, and I guess he's just grounded until he's 40 at this point).
I can't wait until I have normal neighbors who keep their massive problems to themselves and don't drive drunk or wander around high as a kite. Bonus points if they have kids and like the fact that we don't have an HOA and are fine with the fact that I have a trampoline in the yard (sorry for not being sorry about it, but I can't be forced to move it since I am breaking zero laws and we don't have an HOA).
I should mention that they are super mad about me not moving the trampoline and storing it for however long it takes to sell their house. I honestly considered it and thought, "Sure, why not, I should be helpful!" but the more I thought about it, the more I realized how shitty that is for my kids who use it every day during the summer, how little I care about them maxing out their sale price (I am financially benefitted in no way, and actually going to be hurt by a high sale price as their house is my DIRECT comp as we have the same model), but ULTIMATELY, anyone who would be bothered by my trampoline is NOT someone who should be living next door to me. I am the one who has to live alongside whoever it is that buys this house (though not dealing with crackhead alcoholic drug addicts is already a huge step up). My neighbors just get to take their money and move, but I deal with the fall out if my neighbors are all pissed that I acted in a deceptive way (moving and hiding the trampoline, only to pull it back out later when it's too late for them to back out).
Whoever comes to view this house needs SHOULD see my trampoline in the yard. They will know immediately that 1). they will be living next door to children, and 2). there is no HOA obviously, and 3). that I'm not an uptight neighbor that is going to be measuring the height of their grass or being judgmental if their kid leaves their scooter out front, and 4). that there is a fucking trampoline in my yard and will be for the foreseeable future. (And a swing set soon)
Someone who is put off by my trampoline can go buy a house up the hill where they can pay $200-400 per month to an HOA to fine people like me, and also have the luxury of having to ask permission to paint their house a different shade of beige.
I don't want that type of person to live next door to me. It might actually be worse than the crackheads. Okay, probably not, but it'd still suck.
And before you think I'm a massive jerk, I did make an offer to the neighbor I considered more reasonable (not that either are reasonable), about what terms I would agree to in regard to removing this apparently offensive trampoline, which was politely rejected, and I civilly responded and even thanked them, and I thought that was that, until all the angry texts. I wanted a compromise; they did not.
Anyway, here's what I wore:
- Cardigan: DYT store (everything is being cleared out, by the way)
- Top: cheap white bandeau from I don't even know where
- Necklace: from my own Facebook shop, but sold out currently (sorry!)
- Bottom: Skirt by LulaRoe
- Shoes: polka dot Converse that I pretend matches everything
I know this post went up really late today, but I was woken up at 7am to a wall of text messages full of both swear words and blessings to my children (seriously, wtf? Oh right, drugs), from the less reasonable of my lovely neighbors, so my day started off pretty rough. Apparently my compromise offer was even more offensive than the damn trampoline. There is not enough coffee in the world to deal with that shit at 7am. And then my kids' flight landed, and it's been a day. The dayest day that ever did day. There has been too much day in this day.
I should go string up some lights and balloons on the trampoline just to make my position clear at this point.
JUST SAY NO, kids! DRUGS ARE BAD, mkay?