Just a pondering while I'm sitting here, out in the garden. I moved recently and I need a rant. Going slowly mad about people around me.
Nothing but birds chirping, other neighbours are outside, also making no noise. Its dead quiet, bar the odd bit of banter. There are even kids about, and they're just playing very quietly outside. Can hear them being hushed every now and again. have lived here for about 6 months now. Made a faux pas and played some music (Sinatra) with the back door on the first week of lockdown, while the sun was shining. Quite quietly I thought. Got a very stern telling off from Mr and Mrs Next Door. I warned them and other neighbours about a housewarming when I first moved in. They grumbled and asked for music off by 9:30! My other neighbours don't talk. I tried having a chat with my other NDN while we were both in the garden and got looked at as though I had two heads. Original grumpy NDN was banging on the wall when I dared to watch a film at midnight on a Saturday night. It's her living room, not bedroom!
It's making me miss my old, noisy neighbourhood terribly. There was the constant sound of kids screeching and playing during the day. Roaring traffic in the background. Matey boy across the road tinkering on cars all day. People having loud conversations over the fence. House parties with music and happy banter til late(ish) in the gardens were not uncommon. BBQs abound during the summer. To some people, might've been hell.
I thought moving to a 'naice', genteel neighbourhood would be wonderful. Now I can't even talk on the phone outside without worrying about the noise.
No WWYD, AIBU I guess. Just a rant. I can't be the only one who seems to love a bit of ruckus, can I? Anyone moved to a quiet place and also found it unnerving?