(sigh)
So I moved into this neat, new neighborhood a year ago to relieve myself in my later years of all the upkeep and expense associated with tending a house, pool and three acres of yard. At the time I didn't appreciate how much those three acres did to maintain my privacy. Now, however, living in a villa with a lot of neighbors VERY close by, I am frustrated that I can no longer retrieve the morning paper in my nightclothes; I hate to put my recycle bin with several empty wine bottles out on the street for perusal; I can't seem to get into my house at any given time without encountering several neighbors who want to C H - A - T; I feel under some pressure to maintain a watering schedule for the shrubs and yard so that MY yard won't interrupt the continuity of the greenery on the street; I am perturbed that parking on the street is so limited that other folks park in front of my place, making it difficult to circumvent my driveway. Nuisances, all.
But my graying hair and large print alphabet soup remind me that I made the right decision.
(sigh)
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