Meet my Neighbors

My kids and I have been living in this little apartment for the past couple years. I don’t really know any of my neighbors, but I’ve picked up a few nuggets about them nonetheless. For example, I know the people who live next to us like to sing songs. In Spanish. Very poorly. Really loudly (seriously, I was able to use Shazam through the walls to learn the name of the song. It was Calma. Catchy tune.) 

I know that the people who live above us are from Jamaica and when they have their door propped open, yummy cooking smells waft down to us. My kids and I have also surmised what their favorite pastimes are. In fact, we’ve compiled a list of the top ten favorite activities of our upstairs neighbors.

10. Bowling

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9. Jumping rope

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8.  Irish clog dancing with a few of their closest friends

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7.  Leap frog

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6. Sack races

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5. Auditioning for Bring in ‘Da Noise, Bring in ‘Da Funk.

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4. Shot put

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3. A little home maintenance
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2. Parkour

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1. Reenacting Miley Cyrus’s Wrecking Ball on Hippity Hops.









And meanwhile, I want so badly to do this:

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But my broom broke and the handle is only about 2 feet long now. And I’m afraid if I complain, they’ll add loud music to their repertoire so I’ll stick to complaining about the herd of water buffalo that live above me on my blog instead.