Quiet Promises

Written December 31st, 2011

I stood in the middle of the living room with my hands on my hips. I glared at Good Man, not saying anything.

“I know,” he said.

I could hear—and feel—three different types of music. Our neighbor was blasting his video game. Our downstairs neighbor was blasting Pandora. Our upstairs neighbor was blasting a song with some reused beat that makes me crazy.

“Promise me that come next New Year’s Eve, we will be out of here or ‘this close’ to being out of here.”

Good Man patted me on the back, “I promise.”


So we haven’t spent the night in the house yet. But my dad and I have been working there all week, and our neighborhood is quiet. People are out walking their dogs, kids are skateboarding, people are gardening, and families are laughing in their backyards. It’s not a sterile neighborhood, but it is quiet.

During work, I was blasting some music from the upper floor. I could hear it in the basement. Sound travels in our house. But when I went to check the mail? I couldn’t hear it at all.

After living with shared walls all of my adult life, I know I will really enjoy this change!