Another neighbor is moving. That is one of the worst parts about apartment complexes, people never stay long and every month change happens. I hate change (as if you haven't already figured this out by now).
I am such a stalker. I feel sad when my neighbors move - and most of the time I've never even talked with them, except maybe the occasional hello. I use to have a favorite neighborhood family. They lived across from us and were outside a lot (so it wasn't exactly stalking, more like daily observing). They were pretty cute. It was a single mom and her three young kids. The kids were so sweet and playful. Two boys and a girl. I was attached. When they moved, all my roommates wondered how I'd take it. Since then, I haven't been getting so attached or obsessive, but I still hate seeing people leave. You just never know who is going to move in next, which can be scary because you just can't escape your neighbors, ya know?
Whenever a neighbor moves I always wonder where they are going and why they are leaving. I wonder if they'll be happier where they move to, or if they are running away from where their at.
I don't know...I just thing too much...about everything...and everyone (like you don't know that by now also).