Boxes scattered haphazardly, trash sprinkled around, no cars.
When I got home from work today it looked like my neighbor left in a hurry. Asking around, I discovered that the police raided his room, confiscated all his CD burning equipment, and impounded his (sporty) pickup, his sports car, and his Buell motorcycle. Following this, our landlady asked him to leave.
While this is by far the most dramatic exodus, it is not the only departure from my place of residence. Several months ago I began considering moving to the house of some friends when they left for the States (they leave this Saturday). At that time I leaned towards staying where I am. But about that time people started leaving. One friend bought a house. Another friend got tired of the mosquitoes (our sinks are outside). Another friend found a rental in a quiet neighborhood.
At that point I decided I would go ahead and move. Though I still hated to leave my next door neighbor and our guard. As of today the next door neighbor is gone, and it is entirely possible that the guard will seek new employment soon. The next door neighbor had significantly supplemented our guard’s salary.