Our neighbors seem nice enough. They're cordial and do the friendly wave when we get the mail or take out the garbage. However from time to time it sounds like elephants have moved in next door. I know our neighbors have three dogs (one of which is a great dane) but no dog, animal or human being could possibly make that much noise.
Our spare bedroom, which has been transformed into the family room/tv room/where my sisters sleep when they stay the night room/man cave/Blackhawks room butts up to what I believe is our neighbors' kitchen or living room. So when we're relaxing watching a movie and I hear thud, boom, bang I know either their dogs have gone rabid or they feel the need to beat the walls with pots and pans.
On top of these neighborly noises our house makes its normal creaks and cracks from time to time. Houses settle, but when you're lying in bed and its dark (regardless if someone is in the room with you) it can make your imagination run wild.
I was looking forward to having a big, strong man to "protect me" from the bumps in the night. Just the other night the weather was particularly bad and I know it was probably the wind, but we heard something outside. I knew our neighbors tend to keep their noise indoors.
I immediately looked at Nick with that, "Aren't you going to check on that?" face. He immediately responded, "Why me?"
I consider myself an independent woman, but believe you me scary noises downstairs late at night...you bet I'm sending my husband to look! If there was some monster lurking in the shadows waiting to get us it seemed my husband was more than willing to sacrifice me to save his own life.
The "Man of the House" is just as big a chicken as I am!
*Note: I did live on a naval base in an apartment up until the age of four, but I don't remember it so I'm not counting it as far as living arrangements go.
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