Moving into a new house is supposed to be an exciting chapter in life. For me, it turned into an episode of “What Are the Odds?” I discovered that my new neighbor was none other than my ex. Talk about a plot twist.
The first time I saw them, I was left in shock. My ex, who had once borrowed my lawnmower and never returned it, was now living next door. Every time I trimmed my hedge, it felt like I was waving it directly at their house. It was like an ongoing, unspoken conversation through landscaping.
We exchanged awkward hellos and small talk at the mailbox, but the situation was undeniably strange. I never anticipated that my real estate adventure would include such a personal twist. The only silver lining was the endless supply of material for party conversations. Sometimes, reality has a way of delivering its own brand of humor.