Neighbors

This week, I moved to a new house. The house itself is beautiful on the second floor, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a backyard surrounded by fences and a big kitchen. The vestibule tree is high and strong, it can close the living room window The street is full of water, the closet is large, the wooden floor is new. My only problem is that my neighbor is quite loud so far so far. Because our house is connected by one side, we share a living room, a bedroom and a kitchen wall. Throughout the day, I was able to hear that they are thrashing in the kitchen, watching big movies, talking, and the children are crying. I'd like to try it a little but I can not put up with it.

Well, it began when I took a shower this morning to find out what I really care about for me. I like to play music while taking a shower, but I want to quiet today. The activity was quite calm until I washed my head and heard the neighbor talking on the other side of the wall. I do not know what they are talking about, but that seems strange to me. They seem to be muttering, whispering, and sometimes quietly laughing, but if they are obviously talking quietly, I do not know how I can hear them. I think that they need to stand upright near the wall so that they can be heard clearly in the shower.

I did not think much about this before I quit my job in an hour. When I started opening the door, I returned home and felt that I forgot something. When I looked up at the window of the bedroom, I noticed that the neighbor's house shares a wall with the bathroom on the other side of the house. The other side of the bathroom is a closet in the bedroom

"Love your neighbor" did not bring a bunch of modifiers. This is not "to love your neighbor" unless the neighbor is gay, Muslim, African-American, Hispanic, transgender, poor people 呃呃 呃呃 呃呃 呃呃 呃呃 呃呃 呃呃呃呃 課題 The task for those who read this article is to imagine as many things as possible in order to be unable to control it like an actual attempt. It is not just "sad" It feels like that, I do whatever you can.

At first, my neighbor was skeptical about what I was going to date with my mother. Perhaps she thought I was a cougar hunter. But she is here. When my girlfriend 's husband died, my neighbor worried her mother never would love again and spent the rest of her life. So, she is very pleased that her mother and I met each other. "My neighbor will smile," she said to me. My nephew is my older son, so I am older than myself. But we also won them. At first, they thought that she was odd when she was dating someone younger than her child. But shortly after they saw us being together, they said, "We got it, you do not need to explain."

I accepted the mess in the early days of my life. My mother hit the door on the second floor. Dad cried from room to room. My brother jumped over the stairs. Neighbors their neighbors on the lawn. Neighbor by phone. It settled down the river bed like a moss, I learned to keep breathing, and a gentle and calm feeling turned into my mood. Like many young blacks who are regarded as children, I did not accept control over my external environment. I learned to accept and absorb like the book.

Unfortunately, every community seems to have at least one such neighbor. The neighbor thought that there was no problem to keep his dog outside or outside no matter day or night. In spite of everlasting (reading: non - stop) barking, the neighbor refused to silence his pet. My brother may have faced this criminal many times, but this is not important. Unless you are ready to summon animal controls, you just need to listen to the racket. The last thing you want is to unintentionally move to a group of neighbors (Read: Brother's House). These people seem to be spending 99.9% of the time outdoors, blasting loud music, day and night. Every weekend, they invite dozens of friends to participate in beer table tennis and pool parties. These friends parked along the street sometimes hindering your driveway