Average Jane



Mr. Rogers would be proud

Two white metal frame chairs with blue mesh seats and backs. Clearly foldable. Not new, but matching. One wooden folding table from Ikea. You know the one… you can eat on it from the couch. You probably had one in college. One bike — not working. Hasn’t moved in months.

This is what resides on a balcony in my apartment complex. What does that tell you about this neighbor? Well, she was poor when she got it all. As a matter of fact, the two matching folding chairs are, um, we’ll say second hand. OK. Fine they were dumpster dived… and they are mine.

I have recently taken to my favorite activity of all time: rollerblading. I know. How 1995 of me. I won’t go into my passion for the sport, or my history with blading, but I’m pretty hardcore. No brakes. Totally tattered. Need new bearings and new wheels but really with old bearings and old wheels it’s a better workout.

I have already digressed.

One of the benefits of rollerblading is covering more area in less time. Speeding around my neighborhood, I take in the sites by the second; each moment a snapshot of someone new.

Minute 34 of my route today brought me back to my complex and right past a balcony I pass literally everyday. Today I actually looked.

One green wooden chair with matching table, clearly part of a set created specifically for balcony decor. Plants grow around a painted green trellis, their intertwining vines winding through the railing, decorating an otherwise indistinguishable balcony. There are supplementary potted plants in shades of pink giving the 8′x5′ balcony a splash of color.

“A single woman must live there,” I thought. “Probably in her 50′s. And I bet she’s lonely.”

My judginess startled me. I know nothing about this person. To be fair, I’ve only met two young men in my entire complex, and neither of them I know well. Suburban apartment life leaves, well, everything to the imagination since no one ever talks to anyone else. Heaven forbid I actually ever DO need that proverbial cup of sugar.

I started looking around.

Two satellite dishes and no furniture: Must be 2 single guys — roommates.

Two bikes, no furniture: Young athletic couple. I bet they’re happy.

Two matching chairs around a big glass table. The chairs are facing each other: Middle aged couple. I bet they read the paper there and eat breakfast on sunny mornings.

With my two blue dumpster chairs facing out into the parking lot, slightly rusted, not right next to each other, I started to wonder what impression I’m giving off.

What do your neighbors know (think) about you?

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Comments

  1. * Gavin says:

    My next door neighbour thinks my name is “Gary”. I haven’t the heart to correct her after three years.

    At least she doesn’t think I’m “Kevin”.

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 6 months ago
  2. * carrie m says:

    Love this post. I read it on bloglines, then decided to go to DC blogs and thought, this would be a good post for DC blogs. and lo and behold!

    My balcony screams of single woman i think. Flowers. Single chair and side table. *sigh* One bike.

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 6 months ago
  3. i opted for a view..instead of a balcony..
    so my windows are open a lot..and the street noise keeps me company..
    ..single orchid in the window.. kinda wilting..
    looks kinda pathetic typed here…. but i dont FEEL like a psycho single lady…. yet
    xoxo

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 6 months ago
  4. * freckledk says:

    I pretend that my neighbors can’t actually see me, even though my windows are open and my blinds are always up. If they can, I’m sure they just think of me as that chick who walks around naked all the time.

    Thank goodness I don’t have a balcony. I’d be arrested for indecent exposure!

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 6 months ago
  5. * Jo says:

    Freckled, you and I both.

    I don’t have a balcony and I’m scared what the neighbors have already seen.

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 6 months ago
  6. * Arjewtino says:

    I have a small backyard. It has two grills, an old, rusted bike, many random bricks, and three trash cans. I don’t think my neighbors have ever seen it since it’s sheltered. If they did, though, they’d think I’m the most awesome person in the world.

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 6 months ago
  7. * sprite says:

    Nice post. As a basement dweller, I always enjoy those people who take advantage of their balconies in any and all formats.

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 6 months ago
  8. * cc says:

    My apartment has a stoop adorned with a faceless, broken garden gnome. Considering its lack of privacy, I wonder what that says about me? Probably not what the average neighbor expects…

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 6 months ago
  9. * Belle says:

    I pretend that my neighbors can’t actually see me, even though my windows are open and my blinds are always up. If they can, I’m sure they just think of me as that chick who walks around naked all the time.

    Ditto to the above, and…

    Until recently, the neighbors probably didn’t think much of our patio… a few chairs and potted plants.

    Now, though, I’m sure it’s a totally different story. Roommate and I went NUTS with the plants a few weeks ago. It looks like we’re trying to be farmers on our 8′ x 10′ grid of concrete. Seriously.

    We are the crazy cat ladies of our neighborhood.

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 5 months ago
  10. * Idetrorce says:

    very interesting, but I don’t agree with you
    Idetrorce

    | Reply Posted 6 years, 11 months ago


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