okay, so i ordered a bag of dental chews for bagel saturday night. amazon said they would be here by yesterday, and they weren’t. i looked at my order, and turns out i ordered the bag to the wrong address, my previous address at kempsford. before my dentist appointment, i went over. it felt strange pulling up to a house that i didn’t live in that i was so used to living in. a pregnant lady answered the door and told me her father took it back to ups. i got to peek inside the house, and there was vinyl laminate everywhere. they took out the carpets. mr. tom, mr. russell, and mr. bryan were sitting outside. i went over and talked to them for a few minutes. mr. tom told a story about one of the neighborhood dogs running around, and asked about big boy (bagel). it was nice to catch up with them. mr. bryan says he misses seeing us walk through the neighborhood. i told him i miss them and the neighborhood too, because truth be told, these new neighbors ain’t it.
not that they’re bad neighbors, they’re just not my old neighbors.
-ratha, 11:45am, 10.9.18