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I think I should start keeping a blog about living in my new place, since I've only been here a little over a week, and already so much has happened; a big point being the mystery of my upstairs neighbors.
I moved into my apartment last Tuesday the 18th, and would never have lived here if Oak Street Market didn't close down, since it's right in my backyard, now I just have a lovely view of a caving in roof and a heap of trash flowing over the dumpster. I'm convinced I have a peeping tom since I have to have my bathroom window open while I shower because I have no fan. I'm sure all the creepy noises that come from Oak Streets parking lot are just getting to my head, but I'm still very hesitant every time I strip down.
My upstairs neighbors are a mystery, when I came to look at this apartment there was a mid 20's couple with a very friendly pitbull sitting on the steps, I introduced myself since I could be a potential neighbor, and I did indeed move in. Walking past this place the day before I moved in my dog and I ran into the girl I had met and the dog, which Lottie did not seem to like much. Once I moved in I didn't hear any noise coming from upstairs, worried that I would be the world's loudest duplex neighbor and living in scenes from the movie Duplex starring Ben Stiller and Drew Barrymore, I tried to keep it down. Either a day or two after I moved in I pulled in my driveway to see an elderly man standing on the porch in front of my neighbors door, hacking and smoking, confused I said hello and entered my apartment. Since then I have heard chairs being scooted across the floor and people constantly running up and down the steps. During the day they leave their front door open and Lottie always tries to run in their door. As soon as I hear someone I hop up and peek out the blinds to try to get a looksie and maybe put faces to who lives there. So far I have seen everyone but the couple I originally met. Until yesterday when she knocked on my door asking if I was Lizzie because they thought they got some of my mail. Once I found a kitty sitting under the porch of the unoccupied house next to mine, picked it up because he was stuck in the pouring rain, then let him go later on, thinking it might be my neighbors because I did see a cat in their window, however didn't think it was as small as the one I found. I was nervous to go in their front door and walk up the steps because I honestly didn't know what I would find, if there would be a door at the top to knock or if I would just end up in their living room, so I avoided any awkward situations and just went on with my day. I had a dream at the end of last week about this house and who might live up there, it was ridiculous and a big chase between the people who might live there and me, the couple I had met was trying to save me from all these stragglers that are in and out, anyway today after I'm outside watching the cops scoop some drunk passed out under the porch next door, this man pulls up blabbering things from his truck, again someone I have never seen in an unknown vehicle. He hops out and comes on the porch and heads up the my neighbors apartment, he carries down baskets of random shit, followed by a woman dragging a pillowcase stuffed with who knows what, both of these people look like people that were in my dream chasing me, so it's all starting to come together. I think I will end up getting chased out of my house, or maybe they've got some crazy crack house going on upstairs. I don't really know. They seem to go to bed at around 10 and then wake up at odd hours like 3am and start partying and then are up again at 10. I just can't figure them out, and I have no idea how to figure out how to meet them, or who lives there.
I need help from all the duplex livers that have ever lived, how do you meet your upstairs neighbors when they're shady, and you can always hear them running down the steps but you never see a single person, it just confuses the hell out of me. I'm used to being neighborhood watch as well as knowing my neighbors very well. It's going to be a strange year here until I get some closure, I guess I'm just real paranoid, but it will be an adventure to try and figure them out.
This was pointless, but I need to write it down so I can look back someday and remember all the silly shit that happened, kind of like I wish I would have done at 412. Wow, that'd be a lot. HAHA HA
I moved into my apartment last Tuesday the 18th, and would never have lived here if Oak Street Market didn't close down, since it's right in my backyard, now I just have a lovely view of a caving in roof and a heap of trash flowing over the dumpster. I'm convinced I have a peeping tom since I have to have my bathroom window open while I shower because I have no fan. I'm sure all the creepy noises that come from Oak Streets parking lot are just getting to my head, but I'm still very hesitant every time I strip down.
My upstairs neighbors are a mystery, when I came to look at this apartment there was a mid 20's couple with a very friendly pitbull sitting on the steps, I introduced myself since I could be a potential neighbor, and I did indeed move in. Walking past this place the day before I moved in my dog and I ran into the girl I had met and the dog, which Lottie did not seem to like much. Once I moved in I didn't hear any noise coming from upstairs, worried that I would be the world's loudest duplex neighbor and living in scenes from the movie Duplex starring Ben Stiller and Drew Barrymore, I tried to keep it down. Either a day or two after I moved in I pulled in my driveway to see an elderly man standing on the porch in front of my neighbors door, hacking and smoking, confused I said hello and entered my apartment. Since then I have heard chairs being scooted across the floor and people constantly running up and down the steps. During the day they leave their front door open and Lottie always tries to run in their door. As soon as I hear someone I hop up and peek out the blinds to try to get a looksie and maybe put faces to who lives there. So far I have seen everyone but the couple I originally met. Until yesterday when she knocked on my door asking if I was Lizzie because they thought they got some of my mail. Once I found a kitty sitting under the porch of the unoccupied house next to mine, picked it up because he was stuck in the pouring rain, then let him go later on, thinking it might be my neighbors because I did see a cat in their window, however didn't think it was as small as the one I found. I was nervous to go in their front door and walk up the steps because I honestly didn't know what I would find, if there would be a door at the top to knock or if I would just end up in their living room, so I avoided any awkward situations and just went on with my day. I had a dream at the end of last week about this house and who might live up there, it was ridiculous and a big chase between the people who might live there and me, the couple I had met was trying to save me from all these stragglers that are in and out, anyway today after I'm outside watching the cops scoop some drunk passed out under the porch next door, this man pulls up blabbering things from his truck, again someone I have never seen in an unknown vehicle. He hops out and comes on the porch and heads up the my neighbors apartment, he carries down baskets of random shit, followed by a woman dragging a pillowcase stuffed with who knows what, both of these people look like people that were in my dream chasing me, so it's all starting to come together. I think I will end up getting chased out of my house, or maybe they've got some crazy crack house going on upstairs. I don't really know. They seem to go to bed at around 10 and then wake up at odd hours like 3am and start partying and then are up again at 10. I just can't figure them out, and I have no idea how to figure out how to meet them, or who lives there.
I need help from all the duplex livers that have ever lived, how do you meet your upstairs neighbors when they're shady, and you can always hear them running down the steps but you never see a single person, it just confuses the hell out of me. I'm used to being neighborhood watch as well as knowing my neighbors very well. It's going to be a strange year here until I get some closure, I guess I'm just real paranoid, but it will be an adventure to try and figure them out.
This was pointless, but I need to write it down so I can look back someday and remember all the silly shit that happened, kind of like I wish I would have done at 412. Wow, that'd be a lot. HAHA HA