This season we have been (VERY!) blessed to live in a beautiful neighborhood.
Last year we lived here:
Apartment complex for the entire team
View from our balcony
The apartment had everything we needed: One bedroom, furniture, a lovely grounds keeper that I couldn't communicate with, and several meandering stray dogs and drunks. It was cozy and small, but we needed something bigger so that Diesel could be reunited with us in Europe.
Thanks to the team's help we were able to find something that met our needs and was really lovely. We are currently in a small residential area with houses, not apartments, and real life neighbors. It's been a while since I've had neighbors. The amount of interaction I've had with most neighbors in Europe the last 6 years usually consisted of hearing them pee loudly in the the toilet above our bed.
Today, I met my neighbor across the street, and it wasn't exactly a cake walk. (She had a mini run in with my parent in December, but I wasn't luck enough to witness it.) My friend Regina came over and parked her car on the street across from our house (in front of my neighbor's house). Streets are public places for public parking, there are no painted lines and RESERVED stickers. That's the way it is, or at least the way it should be. When the time came for Regina to leave, she was absolutely flabbergasted to find that she had been boxed in. The owner had parked behind her VW Bug and there was only one inch between her fender and the other car's bumper. (Why didn't I take a picture!?! Damn!)
I knocked on the door and kindly asked her to move her car, when she starting yelling at me in Polish! Something about not parking in her "spot" and how they had three cars. Blah blah blah.... I took a moment to remind her that she had a garage and a driveway, and if it was so important to have a place to park, she should get them paved so they can be used (their front yard is a stone wasteland/unfinished project that was never started). Fast forward through a lot of hand gestures and raised voices and she finally went to get her keys. Such uttered something under her breath in German, which was very exciting because then Regina could give her a piece of her mind since she is a native German speaker.
My blood was literally boiling. How on earth come someone be THAT rude? She knew exactly what she was doing when she nearly hit Regina's car. She was looking for a confrontation, which is exactly what she got and more than she planned on. I have said it before, and I'll say it again, I have a terrible temper. It has taken years for me to reign it in and control it the best way I can. I don't like the thought of someone getting the best of me, and since I am also stubborn, I had to make up mind to not let the *&^^% get the best of me.
Sometimes we need to take a deep breath, step back, and remember this: