decide what I want

One of my neighbors who did reach out got a very dry letter back from the architect, who pointed out that they could have built a much bigger building on their lot. He characterised the tone of his letter as “my best Ghandi”, and said that he was going to put up a sign in his windows saying “Don’t steal my sunshine!” and walk around naked at home in revenge…

that I’m going to be involved in their blog by reading and commenting and occasionally offering up gossip, but I have no desire to actually talk to the people next door unless they reach out to me or my neighbors.

My neighbors have made a blog about our ongoing house drama/trauma, and they’ve opened it up to let anyone who is a neighbor post. I’m trying to decide if I want to post a letter publicly. I don’t know if it would be cathartic, or if I’d come back to bite me someday.

This morning I calculated that if this latest renovation lasts as long as the last one did, I will have spent an eighth of my life dealing with my neighbor’s construction noise, only thirty feet away from my home.

It’s been so long since it occurred to me to want something…
that I don’t quite remember how.