Neighbors

I've seen a lot of neighbors come and go while living in my condo.  A lot.  Some I've been more than happy to see go.  I'll never forget Schmuck Boy and his noisy girlfriend and boxer pup.  I was never as happy as I was the day he moved out.  I'll ignore the fact that he's been replaced by a girl who is as stuck up as he was and she has a boyfriend who is as equally as loud and obnoxious as Schmuck Boy's girlfriend.

We had the Wyoming couple for a while.  They were ... interesting.  All we ever saw was him hauling camping/climbing gear to and from his mini-van.  Never any groceries.  Always gear of some kind.  He was granola-ey.  And was hairy like a caveman until the day he shaved everything off.  He never asked my opinion but I would have told him he look ten times better clean shaven.  They only lived in the complex for about six months and then they disappeared.

There was also the Indian family above us for a while.  The two kids were super nice.  And knocked on my door a couple of times after getting locked out of their house.  Apparently I was the only one that looked approachable.  I let them use my phone to call their mom.  And one Black Friday morning I helped them and their mom haul a HUGE screen television up the stairs.  I'm not sure where they moved to but I'm pretty sure it was a house.  The nerdy little kids had grown into tall, awkward, and lanky teenagers and I'm sure their condo was bursting at the seems.

There was also the couple that lived across the sidewalk.  Up on the top floor.  He drove a Toyota truck.  I don't remember much about his wife.  She wasn't as friendly as he was.  They eventually got a white shitzu like dog.  Her name was Charlie.  About a year later, they moved out.  To a house.  I found out this summer that they recently had twins.  I didn't know the guy's name but it made me happy to think they had moved upwards and onward and found their white picket fence life with their dog Charlie and their twins - a boy and a girl!  I can't make this stuff up, folks.

So, this morning, I took Brinkley out for his morning constitutional and his neighbor girlfriend, Mason was out on the sidewalk waiting for him.  She heard our door open and refused to move any further down the sidewalk until she got to say hi to Brinkley.  She's a blue healer.  Her parents moved in a few years after I did.  And got married a few months after that.  Whomever decorated his truck with "Just Married" did a good job!  Anywho, I digress.  Mason, the blue healer, arrived about a year ago.  Her and Brinkley became instant buddies.  Her dad would take her for a walk about the same time I took Brink for his.  They would give licks and tail wags to each other every morning.  This morning was their last ... the blue truck guy, his wife, and their dog moved today.  To a house in another town.  I didn't ask if it had a white picket fence.

Needless to say, Brink and I are sad.  But for two entirely different reasons.  At least, I think.  He may be sad it's not his turn too.