My own Wisteria Lane

I’ve been considering moving out on my own for several months now but there are a few things holding me back:

a) I’m lazy and moving is a lot of work.

b) I don’t like asking for help. I can’t move all my crap by myself.

c) I really like the street/area on which I live. It’s mostly families, some older people, a few cops. It’s safe and steps away from the bus stop.

d) Money. I could afford to live on my own but that’s about all I could afford. Right now I’m banking several hundred dollars each month into my ING account to use as a down payment someday.

Last weekend there was a moving truck in the driveway of the rowhome next door. I hadn’t seen the young woman who lived there in many months and the incessant yapping from her ankle biting dog had been noticably absent. Turns out she moved in with her boyfriend, got married, got pregnant, had a baby and just never bothered to clean her stuff out of her father’s house.

When I found out all this, I joked to my roommate that I had been a little concerned and wouldn’t it be horrible if she had disappeared or died?

My roommate talked to her and found out she was planning to rent out the rowhouse.

Perfect! It will make moving easier, I’m already familiar with the neighborhood and the neighbors are pretty cool. I snuck next door and talked to the girl and left my phone number.

I don’t think I’ll be moving into that rowhouse. Today, while talking to the neighbors two doors down, I learned that she went MIA to try to cope with the fact that while she was on vacation, a male friend/roommate died in her house. And no one discovered that he was dead for at least five days.

It’s a crazy tale involving psychology, a roofing accident, drugs and a poor doggy who was trapped in the house with the corpse.

There are plenty of things I dislike about my current home, but if my only other option is living where a guy ODed and then decomposed for five days, I think I can live with stained carpet and an outdated kitchen for a little while longer.

Maybe the college kids who just moved in next door will soon be evicted. I can’t imagine their other neighbors with the newborn will appreciate the neverending beer pong tournaments in the front yard and dance parties in the living room.

4 Comments »

  1. Quirky Said:

    YIKES! No thank you to the haunted house!
    I’m sure if you hadn’t heard this, it would’ve been great. But that’s not exactly something easily forgotten.

  2. Caitlin Said:

    I just moved into my own place. As far as I know, it’s not haunted and has no horror stories..if there are, I’d rather not know.

    While I was apartment-hunting, however, I took a tour of one place that was good for me and just as I was about to ask for the application, the landlady mentioned that the hook on the bedroom ceiling was a vestige of the last tenant’s kinky nocturnal escapades. She then went into a detailed description of the sounds neighbors reported to have heard. I thanked her and left as quickly as possible.

  3. Oh wow … now that’s a neighborhood worthy of tv

  4. Megkathleen Said:

    Sounds like you’re in the midst of a reality show just waiting to happen!


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