So a couple of months ago, I moved house. Actually, I moved from my nice big spacious house in the suburbs to a flat / apartment much closer to the city. It was a huge adjustment for me at the time because I suddenly found that I had to get used to living in a confined space surrounded by people all over again.
For instance, there's a couple with a kid that lives above in flat 3C. And this kid loves his marbles. Y'know how I know? Because I hear him every single day with those freaking marbles... it sounds vaguely like there's a ghost playing in my kitchen.
Then there's the guy in 1D whose gargling at 5 in the morning is my personal alarm clock. Nothing like the sound of water and phlegm at the crack of dawn. No alarm clock on earth has the same effect.
The family in 1C have four kids all under the age of 6. Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings are fun times, especially because I'm almost positive that the people living 2 miles down the road can hear them. There's usually a ruckus of some kind and it almost always involves some sort of bicycle or three. The cacophony of screeching children and plastic wheels grating against the paving, on the one morning I get to sleep in, is like music to my ears...
Then there's the couple in 1A whose little tiffs rival World War 2. What is it with women and throwing a man's clothes outside. She only makes life harder for herself because when they make up, she's the one that has to wash, iron and pack those clothes away again.
The four guys living next door are the best. Initially, I had my reservations about them and briefly worried about living next to four strange men. But my fears were quickly laid to rest and thankfully, they're amongst the most respectful guys I've ever known. And for some reason, they love sending food over. And I'm not talking about little snacks or savouries. Once they sent over an entire roast chicken. And there were Turkish kebabs too. Then it was fruit salad and cream and last week it was a Pyrex dish filled to the brim with chicken Biryani. Any man who feeds me gets my nod of approval.
Now, 6 months later, I wonder if I could ever go back to living in silence. In the weirdest way, the noise has become somewhat less annoying and strangely comforting. It's good to know your neighbour's are alive and that life is going on around you. In any case, I figure that it's at least a hundred times better than the neighbours I had to put up with in London... remember that story... I reckon anything is better than this: