My Castle
I live inside an apartment/condo complex, been in the same unit for over 20 years. I have seen a lot of people move in and out through out those years. Even though I am old school in much of my behavior and common sense values I am not a high end social creature so I never really grabbed names to the faces and personalities or really bothered to be up in their business; nor they up in mine. I grew up
in a tightly knit neighborhood in southern New England where you knew everything about your neighbors and they about you and during times of weather or crime emergencies everyone had each others back.
When I first moved in this was my first official apartment not living with family or living within spitting distance. Back on Lawn Ave I lived in the upstairs apartment in my dads house, I was on my own but not really. Everything was pretty much the same but I was shelling food and utilities and got to chisel out my own rules but always within ear and eye shot. Family owned the unit and were a mile away but I didn't know the neighborhood and only been down here in south Florida for a year or two I didn't really know my surroundings all that well or the kind of people about. I was excited yet kind of nervous.
During my first year I got to live through some lunatic who was threatening to blow up himself on top of the building rooftop. For some reason I wasn't shocked or horrified but I was amused. Right across from me after a very friendly neighbor moved out a religious crazy moved in. I never made any attempt to get to know him but due to his early morning rantings and banging into walls and such I did get a little edgy about him and so do a few of my neighbors. He was asked to leave.
I can't account or recall all the people that have come and gone over the years just remember a few of the crazies that made me lock my door and refrain from being social but there have been and still are what I call staples here and I actually know their first name. I think between me being not as social as I want to be or should be and my location being a transit area that its hard for me to get to know people and visa versa. Being the longest dwelling renter in this building I do get to say I have seen it all here.
in a tightly knit neighborhood in southern New England where you knew everything about your neighbors and they about you and during times of weather or crime emergencies everyone had each others back.
When I first moved in this was my first official apartment not living with family or living within spitting distance. Back on Lawn Ave I lived in the upstairs apartment in my dads house, I was on my own but not really. Everything was pretty much the same but I was shelling food and utilities and got to chisel out my own rules but always within ear and eye shot. Family owned the unit and were a mile away but I didn't know the neighborhood and only been down here in south Florida for a year or two I didn't really know my surroundings all that well or the kind of people about. I was excited yet kind of nervous.
During my first year I got to live through some lunatic who was threatening to blow up himself on top of the building rooftop. For some reason I wasn't shocked or horrified but I was amused. Right across from me after a very friendly neighbor moved out a religious crazy moved in. I never made any attempt to get to know him but due to his early morning rantings and banging into walls and such I did get a little edgy about him and so do a few of my neighbors. He was asked to leave.
I can't account or recall all the people that have come and gone over the years just remember a few of the crazies that made me lock my door and refrain from being social but there have been and still are what I call staples here and I actually know their first name. I think between me being not as social as I want to be or should be and my location being a transit area that its hard for me to get to know people and visa versa. Being the longest dwelling renter in this building I do get to say I have seen it all here.