Um.

Walking out the door, I notice that my neighbors across the street are having their carpet cleaned for the third time this month. The Armstrong's next door to them are getting their bushes trimmed to perfectly frame their walkway. Mrs. Harrison from around the corner is walking her pure-bred Italian greyhound in her new pair of $200 high heels. She waves politely, but I am surprised she can see me through her over-sized Chanel sunglasses.
It's really interesting how our neighborhood works, actually. One side of Shadywood Drive, my side, was built in the early 1980's. The houses lined up on the hilly street are humble. Across, the street, however, the homes began developing in the late 1990's to the present. You can see the progression of years, because the homes get bigger and bigger as the street goes on. Each home comes equipped with enormous pillars, large wooden doors, and four-car garages. Other than the difference in the two sides of the street, my neighborhood has little to speak of. There is a wooded area found behind some of the houses on my side of the street that is the perfect little path to escape to for some solitude. I like my neighborhood. I just think it's funny how the two sides of the street are so completely different.