Several weeks ago as I was driving home, and for no particular reason at all, other than the fact that I hadn't done so in awhile, I turned on the street before ours and drove around the block before pulling into my driveway.I took the long way 'round so to speak, and discovered that the neighbors who live behind us, the ones that I'm always bitching about being able to see me in my underpants all winter have put their house up for sale.
I bitch about them because between November and May when the foliage falls away we have no privacy from these people, nor they from us.
In the spring and summer, I practically forget that they exist and it's marvelous. We have very large bushy green shrubs that go all the way across our back fence, with Honeysuckle, Forsythia and my favorite, Lilacs. It's private and it smells great too.
Anyhoo... these neighbors are terrific because we have never met them. It's almost like an unspoken pact we have made with them. I see and hear you and I know that you see and hear me, but let's pretend like we don't. It's a system that really works for us and they have been excellent neighbors because we are the best of strangers.
The idea that they may be moving is a little scary for me. I have enjoyed not knowing them.
Worst Possible Outcome:
The new owners are super friendly and won't give me a moments peace when I'm in my own backyard. OR They own a dog that barks all the time.
Best Possible Outcome:
The new owners build a 6 foot privacy fence.
And here is a picture of what you would see if you were standing on my back porch, hovering near the door. It's our sad, broken hot tub, now a home for wayward bunnies. One of my deepest desires on this earth is to make the hot tub go away. I hate it.