Old, Cranky Neighbors

I dropped my mother off over at Uncle Peter's today in Milpitas. It's about an hour drive away from my place. They are hosting a welcome lunch sort of thing for my mom. It's been years, probably like 25 years since they saw my mom last and they all wanna do some catching up. Auntie Ebing will be there and a few other Filipino friends.

Food, laughter, stories. Yeah, it was fun, sort of. And like the way D puts it, the PS sometimes is longer than the letter. Hehehe.

Earlier I went and checked out this apartment around the Piedmont Ave. area. It was a decent One-Bedroom apartment. I liked it but not enough to apply for it right away. I was sort of having second thoughts about moving. So I told the apartment manager that I would sleep on it overnight and I will go back tomorrow to turn in my application form and a $300 deposit.

When I got home tonight, there was a note stuck on my front door. My downstairs neighbor left it there. The note said:

"It would be nice if you could move your computer chair to the front room. That way we could sleep alot better."

Somethin like that. The note got me so furious. I have told them already that I do not roll around with my computer chair. And besides, my landlord already installed a rug in my bedroom to minimize the noise. I also told them that, no, it is not my office chair that was making the noise. It's the closet door's wheels! But they still don't understand! Damn, what a pair a pair of old, cranky people who are so unsatisfied about life.

That note was my confirmation that yeah, I need to move. I can't be living in a place where my neighbors think they have a right to tell me how to arrange my furniture. I can't wait to find the perfect place!