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Life In A Senior Village

The relationships between people can be funny sometimes. I live in a small age-restricted apartment complex in a rural village nestled within a town. And, that can be good and bad.

Most of us congregate in our community room daily, and two are rarely ever seen. But when either does make an appearance, only one makes an effort to socialize. He lived down the hall from me until I moved downstairs and once hacked into my WiFi Network, turned it off, created a new one, then tried to access my TV as well. But I caught him in the act and immediately took action without getting him, our property manager, or the authorities involved. This man is almost seventy. Some neighbors were shocked when I told them, but others were not shocked at all. He is a retired teacher.

I have only seen the other elusive tenant twice and cannot imagine why she prefers not to seek face-to-face contact with others. But, she is a bit eccentric and was as elusive long before the lockdown of COVID as she continues to be now. But I sure wish I could meet her and get to know her because I am genuinely good at getting others to come out of their shells.

Both neighbors sure do know how to use mail-order and online stores, though. And I know this because packages arrive for each of them daily. And, I don’t mean one each day either. Both usually receive upwards of three or more at a time. So I am glad they do not all come at once because I am legally blind and walk the hallways for fitness when it is cold.

We are a group of senior citizens over the age of sixty-two and disabled people of any age, and most of us are between fifty and sixty-five years of age. But, sometimes, you’d think we were in middle school or even kindergarten.

We do have cliques and occasionally have disagreements. But, if you try to start trouble with one of us, you will have to answer to us all. So, we are also like brothers and sisters.

We acknowledge each other’s birthdays and other events with cards, gifts, and individual potlucks (rather than one luncheon or dinner per month to celebrate all of that month’s birthdays at once). And, today, we came together for one of our youngest neighbors because his maternal grandmother died last night. But last week, two separate groups of us were fighting. One was fighting about something that occurred at church, and the other was fighting because of a lease violation.

It can be irritating to be the one stuck in between, listening to both sides of the story and wondering why each neighbor is even upset. But I would rather live among people this passionate than in a place where neighbors hardly socialize with each other at all. So I stay neutral and play the devil’s advocate and, as a result, am well respected among my peers. 

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