Condo Life
Rachel and I don’t technically live in an apartment: we rent a condo from an older woman who buys properties and rents them out to whomever she pleases. We’ve only been here a few months and sadly I think we might end up moving when our lease is up. Part of it has to do with our asshole neighbor whom I’ve nicknamed “The Parking Nazi.” He’s a middle-aged single dad with a couple of kids and an annoying dog that barks at anything that moves. He also has something against anyone who doesn’t park “his way” in front of his house (our bedroom overlooks his backyard). The first time I ran into him was when I parked in front of his garage for 5 minutes while I ran to get something from my place; let’s just say that over the last few weeks I’ve discovered I’m not the only one getting yelled at for parking like a normal person.
In any case, the other really weird thing about living in a condo but not owning it is the odd looks we get from some of our neighbors. Once a month there’s an HOA meeting in the common area between the two condominiums and all the owners are invited (encouraged? coerced?) to attend. All the owners means everyone who lives here, except me and Rachel. It’s strange to hear your neighbors making decisions about where you live without being able to have a say in anything…