Call me Gladys Kravitz

What is it about living in an apartment building that makes one become totally nosy?

I have noticed lately that I am increasingly interested in the goings on in and around my building. Who's car is that? Who is that new person in the building I have never seen before? How come #4 gets her mail delivered right up to her door and not in the mailbox? Did the guy who lives across from us give his girlfriend a key to his place because I see her car here a lot when his car ISN'T here?

Clearly I need a hobby. Since it's not like I am the one laid up in the apartment all day with a broken limb.




But alas this apparently is my hobby. Looking out the window and telling Adam "That green car has been here for TWO DAYS!" and "A guy on a motorcycle just pulled into the parking lot! OMG come look!". And lingering near the kitchen window when I hear conversations from the parking lot (Our downstairs neighbor, before she moved out, used to take her phone out into the parking lot to have private conversations but in reality because of acoustics out there everyone can hear everything without even trying. Not that anyone WAS trying)



In polite company, I regard myself as a one woman neighorhood watch, in a way. I like to know who lives in my building and which car is theirs so as to be more aware if shenanigans are afoot. I don't think this is too much to ask.

In reality, however, I have become a quintessential suburban archetype: the busybody neighbor.

But I can't help myself.

To this end, and since we have not one but TWO new neighbors because of two recently vacated apartments were recently leased, I am toying with the idea of throwing a meet and greet mixer type thing in our apartment (especially when we finally get the bar for the living room!). Maybe slip invites under doors, have it after work from like 6-8 one weeknight next month. We are already pretty friendly with Across The Hall neighbor, so I am pretty sure he and his girlfriend who may or may not live with him would attend.

Adam was pretty much mortified at the idea.

But I am going to continue my spying neighborhood watch for the time being and see if our new neighbors seem like fun people, or scary people and go forth from there.

And if no one comes to our awesome mixer (that we may or may not have), well then I can become one step closer to becoming the nosy bitter neighbor woman and wear my curlers in the stairwell and give them dirty looks when they walk by.