Been here 2 months already.

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November 2nd will be our second month in this house, and nothing has changed about my feelings towards where we're living. We've come from a lousy neighborhood, and moved up in the world, which is nice, and we deserve it after all we've gone through. In the 5, almost 6 years I've been with my husband, we've gone from a converted garage, to a basement apartment, to a house, back to a basement apartment, to another basement apartment, to a 2 story apartment and back to a house again. Most neighborhoods have been noisy or full of annoying neighbors, but nothing trumped the last 2 places we lived, which were directly across from each other. It was a neighborhood notorious for drunks and druggies, not safe to be out on any night of the week, especially the weekend. It may have been located close to shopping and banking, but that was nothing compare to what we had to put up with while there. Every place we've been it seems, we've had problems with neighbors. One basement apartment we were bombarded with ethnic music every Sunday morning at 9am. It blared through the walls while we tried to sleep, but the neighbors didn't care about it. Next door, they'd sit out most days and nights, drinking and playing loud games of dominoes. One Sunday they decided to have a block party that was extremely loud. It was after 11pm, probably after midnight, and there were several young children out there screaming and yelling. We wound up calling the police on them, it took 2 calls for them to finally break up the party. We had to work the next morning and really didn't appreciate the noise keeping us up. The neighbors seemed to know we'd called the police as they threatened us a few days later. When our landlord died a short time later, we had a good excuse to leave. The landlord's wife decided to throw a 3 week party after he died, and that was a nightmare in itself. That clinched the idea of moving and we found a place to go. The house we moved to was ok, but far from sound proofed, as we could hear the neighbor next door banging away on drums every Saturday. We thought we were getting along with them, but I guess they hated us as the wife decided to set the common fence on fire one morning. She claimed that our bbq ashes set it on fire, but we hadn't had a bbq the night before. I had no idea that the fence was on fire until someone came banging on the door yelling that there was a fire in our yard. I guess the neighbor thought that no one was up, but I'd been up for a couple of hours, and my brother had gone out and said he hadn't seen anything when he'd left. Everywhere else we went after that wasn't as bad as this until we moved to our last place. The neighbors over there moved in after we did, the place was alright until they showed up. The woman used to yell at her kids all the time, then would start yelling at her new boyfriend shortly before we moved. She loved to yell, and we could tell that for sure. The guy who lived below her was the worst neighbor you could have, blasting his stereo at all hours of the day and night. And not just blasting, it was loud enough to be heard down the street, almost half a block away. It would shake our walls, even shake the hamster cages as well. We called the police on them and him several times, even had run-ins with them several times. They were such rude people, no matter what day it was. I had a run in once with a guy who parked in my designated parking spot, parking enforcement showed up to give him a ticket and he started to threaten me. That night, after parking elsewhere, our former landlord from across the street knocked on our door and told us that there was a note on my car. I nearly dropped dead when I read what it said, and immediately took a picture of it and called the police. Despite it being a threatening letter, I was told that there was nothing they could do. That really pissed me off and we decided to move. So now, here we are in a beautiful house in a nice, quiet neighborhood, couldn't ask for anything better. We have a yard for the dog, and our own driveway to park in, no parking hassles for us anymore. It's not as conveniently located to everything, but that's a sacrifice we were more than willing to make in order to be in a safe place. It's extremely quiet, no one blasts stereos, not even during the day, even the family next door is quiet and they have a couple of very young kids there. I couldn't be happier, as finally things are looking up and going our way, for the first time in many years. The house is close to my husband's job, and he's happy about that. He can walk to and from work and save bus fare every week. Hoping that everything continues to work out for us now and in the future.