I think everyone has their own definition of what they call "home." My definition of home is safe, a place where you can be yourself but it comes with a lot of responsibilities. My point, I dislike our apartment neighbors for many valid reasons. I'm trying to deal with it with the noise from the AC, telling myself that we are safe and to carry on whatever we're doing. I remind it's none of our business, but it feels a lot different lately. I could keep going on but I don't think so. No. The housing market where I live is for the rich people, unless you're selling your house and buying another. Impossible. Apartments are hard to come by. My neighbor is inconsiderate, entitled, mad, doesn't work and starts trouble. She slams doors, yells and scream at bf and it can go on for hours. The list goes on, I'm trapped, it's triggering, unpredictable and my anxiety is more intense since she yelled at me trying to start a fight but I kept walking choosing not to hear anything but inside, I was scared. I still am. Neighbor is familiar to our police department, not in a good way. Drugs, burning the neighbors yard with an illegal burn. Pack rats, leave trash around the property, smokes cigarettes inside which is definitely not allowed, none of them work, throw cigarettes butts on the porch, and the list goes on. I've never been this miserable at "home" and work isn't much better either. Anyone else feel this way?