Backyard Parking Lot

There is this house that is behind me that, when we first moved in, was still in the process of being built. Being the nosey neighbor that I am, I peeked through the windows on several occasions to check its progress. The home is gorgeous on the inside. It has lots of architectural detail and neat designer touches like mosaic in the foyer tile, built-ins and coved ceilings. I was sure the people who were going to be moving into this gem of a house were going to be tidy people who respected their home and the homes around them.

Well......so much for that. Perhaps, if I didn't live in an area that is saturated with people of another culture, I might have gotten lucky and gotten some good neighbors. However, instead, I ended up with the family with nine kids and the dad that drives the flatbed tow truck and finds it necessary to park his junk cars in the backyard. And what's even better, is that this family also never uses their driveway, instead they pull their cars up to the back of their house, right up under the lanai.

I have thought about going over there and explaining to them that here in America we have driveways and they are to be utilized for parking your vehicle. But, then i realized that I'd have a language barrier and I'd probably have to have their six year old daughter translate for me. So, instead, I keep my blinds closed so I don't have to look at the mess of shit they have in their yard.

In case you haven't noticed in the last few posts, I am very bitter about my current living situation. I have never once in my life thought of myself as a prejudice person, but I'm starting to feel like I am starting to prejudge certain people based solely on the experiences I have had with other people like them in the past. I hate that I am feeling this way and I wish there was something that could turn those feelings around, but unfortunately I think I am going to stay this way until I free myself from this boiling pit of hell.