Little Friends

At our old apartment complex we had a couple of friends. They were sisters who spent a lot of time with their grandparents who lived in our complex, and they loved/feared our dogs. They were constantly knocking on our door asking us to bring them out or let them in. They were over so often, in fact we bought stuff for them, a coloring table, some markers, a toy guitar. We still have their drawings and notes up on our refrigerator. This new apartment complex doesn't have any of that. Very few kids. Most people have jobs. When I'm here during the day working I'm pretty much the only one out of the 250 or so units. It's strange. I miss the old place sometimes...but not the bugs.