Through my window
My family and I’ve lived in the house for as long as I can remember, for more than twelve years at least.
I just found out that the neighbors across from us are moving. Its a small little house with two dragon statues on the front lawn, occupied by a quiet Chinese family. I feel so sad that they’re moving because I’ve grown up watching them grow up. Every weekend the Grandpa washes, vacuums, and waxes his car. Their son grew up and had a wedding ( I watched it out my window) and now he has two insanely adorable daughters. They run around the lawn and ride little pink bikes. Often they wave at us. 16
I don’t know why I care, or even more why I don’t want them to leave. I guess I just don’t want to look out my window tomorrow and not see the two dragon statues on their lawn anymore.
I hear the sound of a leaf blower. The old man across the street is blowing away at nothing on the sidewalk. Somtimes I wonder what hes thinking, what his thoughts about life are. I wonder what drives him to work on his strange hobbies (ie clean car obsession) I’m sure hes had time to reflect.. his calm faces says so. His calm life says so.( I guess I was very philosphican when I was young )
Anyone else miss their neighbors too?