Won't you be my neighbor?

Won't you be my neighbor?

I love getting new neighbors!

Neighbors in sardine communities are so close, yet never REALLY get to know each other. I can honestly say I've never gone beyond the cordial "hello" with neighbors since I've lived outside of mom and pops' four walls. It's awkward when you know they could be gone in 6, 9, or 12 months.

Well to my newest neighbors: Thanks for moving in, but no thanks for deciding to do so at 6:30am on a Thursday morning. Kudos to you on hiring a moving crew, but nay to you on having them park within millimeters of my windows...at 6:30am on a Thursday morning. Congrats on being finished with the physical movement of your crap by 12pm, but I loathe you entirely for being louder than a marching band in the process...at 6:30am on a Thursday morning.

Now I didn't complain or stomp onto my balcony in my pjs to chew out the movers. I should have, but I didn't. I didn't want to make a bad impression on the neighbors I'll never know. I did manage to snap some stalker shots of how insanely close the moving truck really was to my windows, as to prove to you that I am, in no way, exaggerating about the inability to avoid the incessantly boisterous noise emanating into my house...at 6:30am on a Thursday morning. I understand that it's getting to be summertime and in Arizona, it's imperative you move before the sun comes up. However, the weather has been relatively mild for this time of year. I feel it was completely unnecessary for my new, forever nameless neighbors to move in so early.

**proof**

That's my gripe and groan for the day.

xo,
Jess