I was extremely nervous about making this change. After all, if you read any of the supposed support pages being on post is one of the most horrid experiences you could possibly have. The biggest complaint seems to be barking dogs and kids playing in the streets either attended or unattended and the horrible maintenance service. There are also some really old houses and some really new houses.
We were blessed enough due to hubby's rank and our number of dependents to have our pick of the neighborhoods. We found one that would be close to our son's off post appointments and school, and close to hubby's work. We are the second tenets in our unit. We are also unit C in a four unit townhouse.
I love our home, it is big and just right for our family.
I have the perfect kitchen to do all my baking and Pinterest recipes.
And a garage big enough to park our minivan inside. I like parking in here because from the outside it looks like I am not home. As long as our second car is not out front, I can be quietly minding my own business inside of my big house.
And directly across the street is another building that looks just like mine. And there are two units one on the corner and the one next to it that have the most annoying wives I have come in contact with yet.
I moved on post as a Tennessee girl, a girl who meets everyone with a smile and ready to be friends. But one day as one of the girls was chatting with me she asked the most dreaded question: "What rank is your husband." I knew at that point that we most likely would never be friends. Our children that are the same age would not be playing together. I answered honestly and never asked her husband's rank. I came home and told my husband what had transpired. And that is how I found out that their husbands were one rank lower. Who cares right? Well I certainly didn't, but apparently they did.
So they began waving when I waved but other than that ignoring me. They have become my focal point of annoyance. I hear their loud kids playing out front on weeknights. I want to raise my window and fuss at them. To vent my annoyance with the entire situation. It isn't so much that I care that their kids are not quietly tucked in bed by 9p.m., nor the fact that my daughter's bedroom is also on the front of the house, but rather its just the point. The point that out of good neighbor respect you don't play loudly or talk loudly outside in a neighborhood where pretty much everyone around you goes to bed at an early hour.
Sometimes at 5:30 in the morning the husband on the corner will decide to drive his ancient pick up truck that never ever starts up on the first try. Instead he cranks it and it rumbles to life only to stall and repeat no less than five times in a row. I feel his pain because that is their second vehicle and I know what it feels like to have to fight to get your car started, but sound echoes so loudly in this neighborhood.
And then there are the sunny mornings where I look out my window and I see them in their pajamas and their kids in their footie pajamas and they are smoking and holding diet cokes and over sized fast food cups and expensive coffee cups talking and looking all around them. It is as if their heads swivel around in order to take in all that is going on around them. The days where I am already annoyed or over tired are the days that I want to go outside and laugh at them. They looks so lame standing out there like they are the queens of the neighborhood. I have nothing against pajamas, and truth be told if I didn't have so much to do outside of my house, I would stay in my jammies too. But on that note I would not be out front loudly socializing and trying to look smarter and cooler than I am with my giant fast food cup.
On these days as I raise the garage door, start my van and hear the radio blaring out whatever music and I am loading my daughter into the van, I want to appear uninterested. Oh but I am, and why? Why do I even care, and why am I even writing this? Because they annoy me, its really simple. The hubby tells me all the time that he is sure they are watching us. After all one of them sat outside the entire two hours it took us to unload our U-haul and even after. It was almost funny in a sad kind of way.
So here I am, finally in my minivan with the music blaring if it is a song a I like and I am thinking as I back out into the bright sunshine how much fun it would be to buzz that corner where they are standing. To watch them drop coke cans and cups and scatter. But I am a big person, and that really would not be the nice thing to do. So instead I will just stay inside my house. Sticking to myself.
Proverbs 21:19 It is better to dwell in the wilderness, than with a contentious and angry woman
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