Title: The other side of the fence
The other side of the fence (My neighbor's window)
Her apartment is not cluttered like mine (she choses a few important pieces and requires space, while I tend to get emotionally attached to my things and often decorate "over the top").
Her situation is more structured and secure than mine (she has an amazing career in advertising ... I am an out of work creative).
Her taste is so different than mine (yet I feel surprisingly at home across the hall in her flat. I've been there so many times that I somehow feel a part of it ... and I can see her influence sprinkled throughout each corner of my home too).
Our lives are so contrary ... yet we live within feet of each other.
She's cared for my dog, I for her plants. I braved the mouse invasion for her, her date battled a scary bug for me...
Hers is the door I'd knock on for a cup of sugar or a dose of sanity... I hear the pattern of her knock, and I know it's her before I open the door.
How lovely it is to have such a neighbor, and to be able to look out each others window every so often. Though our windows face the very same street... the view can be wonderously different.