I love my home, its darling really; there's a fireplace, two small bedrooms, a nice modern kitchen, laundry area, and a backyard. Most importantly it's cheap. What apparently kept other renters away is the dominant view of Evergreen Cemetery just over the rickety wooden fence. Being a person who loves to read and write spooky stories, what better place could I live? As for the neighbors, they are quiet, polite, and very good listeners. I consider my living condition a lucky find.
Welcome to my hood. Has anyone seen a 9-headed dog? Ive been looking everywhere for him.
A few years ago, I moved to my home, after my exhausting battle with Lymphoma. Prior to that ordeal, I was attending a graduate school for psychology, which had a decidedly Buddhist leaning. This accident of fate gave me exposure to those teachings before my own confrontation with mortality. The realization that nothing is forever, even death, is what I see as I gaze over my fence at weathered and precariously leaning headstones.View of my fence from Evergreen Cemeterey.
Some of my living neighbors have chosen novel ways to deal with the hilly necropolis that snakes behind us. One has built a very high fence, while another has installed vine wrapped trellises to block out the view.
Some of my friends refuse to visit my home, especially at night. Living persons are much more of a problem than dead ones if you ask me. When was the last time a dead person called you an unkind name, threatened your life, or was just plain rude? Even if you believe in ghosts, bad interactions with the dead are rare, dare I say occult occurrences. While trouble with the living? Well, wasn't it Sarte who said, hell is other people?