A few months ago, I ratted on Balloon-lady to the landlord for leaving her dirty underwear in the laundry room. Today, I left her a note to let her know that I'll be out of town until next week. Just so that she doesn't worry. Is that weird?
I think I'm growing attached to my neighbor. She is becoming my friend in an odd, scary type of way.
I always know when she is home and when she leaves. We chit-chat when we see each other. Mostly about the weather, but we exchange a few words. I am careful to park my car out of her way. She parks her car out of my way.
My theory on it is that now that we both live on our own, we look out for each other. From our respective appartments keep each other company. Sorta. Our presence makes us feel safe and comfortable at home. That's a better way to put it.
What if she moved out? Would I miss her?
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