Just when I resigned myself to the fact that my neighbors would be living next door to us for the summer, Jody (my husband) says to me this morning while looking out the front door, “There’s a moving truck next door.”
I thought he was pulling my leg. So I took a gander out the window, and sure enough, there it was!
Not wanting to get our hopes up and assume they were actually moving, we thought of other scenarios where they might require a moving truck. Other than selling off the girl gang and their belongings to gypsies, we couldn’t come up with anything that made much sense.
Could it be? Could they actually be moving??
As we were leaving our fortress of solitude to run errands this afternoon, we ran into the mom out front. We asked what was up and she informed us that they were in fact moving. I quickly asked about the status of the house – was it still up for sale? (I.e. Would we have peace and quiet for a few months?) Would they be renting it? (Lots of homes in our neighborhood seem to be becoming rental property lately. The house on the other side of us is. That has it’s good points and bad points, but that’s a story for another day.) She said it had sold and they were closing on it on Wednesday. That struck me as odd since they never put up a “sold” sign (and I figured that was required so the Realtor would get credit, etc.), but I will take it! 🙂 They sold it to a single mom who’s a teacher in our local school district. Current neighbor mom says she’s really nice and she’ll bring her by and introduce her this week if I’m around.
It’s amazing how friendly I became towards her once I found out they would only be in our lives for a few more days. I nearly volunteered to go over and help her pack boxes. Nearly, I said. 😉
So now I can heave a sigh of relief knowing we won’t have to worry about the girl gang running down our party-goers or giving our guests any exciting trampoline performances. (Though that would have made for free entertainment.)
Ahhh, sweet victory. 🙂