I have had my share of experiencing both sides of having neighbors—the good and not-so-good experiences.

When we first moved into this state over three years ago, the first house we rented was nothing to write home about. Our landlady, who doubled as our neighbor, was not the kind of person anyone would want to live close to. The other two tenants in her house were amazing, but do you believe she would sometimes try to create an enemy between us?

Imagine our first night in the house. I had fetched just two buckets of water from the outside tap to wash our house. She opened her kitchen window and complained that we were wasting too much water.

I was shocked and speechless beyond doubt—just two buckets she was already complaining about. The following morning, my husband told her to increase the money she was charging us for the electricity bill if she thought that the pumping machine was consuming a lot of electricity. I thought that would solve the problem and stop her from complaining. She refused, but she will always complain that we are using water and the pumping machine is taking a lot of the electricity units.

Aside from the water part, she complained about almost everything we do in that house. From trying to restrict friends and family from visiting us and trying to create a problem between my husband and me.

Imagine walking about in your street, and once you tell someone you live in a particular house, people will start looking at you with pity eyes. Yes, it was that bad.

That first night, my husband and I concluded that we would not exceed one year in her house. For that one year, it was from one trouble to another, but in all, I told my husband that the best thing we could do was to ignore her and not buy into her trouble. It is not worth it.

So, when our house rent expired and we started looking for another house to move into, I prayed that God should direct us into a house with good neighbors.

And God answered my prayer. My next-door neighbor is the most amazing human being anyone can wish for living next to her house.

In fact, I could no longer refer to her and her family as our neighbors because we started seeing ourselves as one big family.

We relate so well and always support each other whenever the need arises.

With them we shared our, drinks, meals, laughter, and hard times.

When I think of them, I feel so blessed and lucky to have crossed paths with such an amazing family.

Only that they had to move into a bigger house some weeks ago, and now I'm learning how to live in this house without having them around.

I have two other neighbors who are easygoing and nice as well, but our relationship isn't that close.

And yes, we have a new neighbor next door; she seems to be a very quiet one. We haven't had the chance to know each other that much. She looks like a very peaceful type of person, and that is okay with me.

There is nothing like living among people who are peace-loving. Life is hard enough, and having to worry about some troublesome neighbors isn't something that is desirable by anyone.

And it is beautiful when one lives with neighbors who are kind and lovely. And above all, they are open to friendships with you.

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