I live in a two-family home. I live upstairs. When I first moved here, I lived in the downstairs apartment. The house is old, and you can hear when someone walks upstairs.
The rent is very high: I guess we pay for the location: it is a very nice dead end street with a wonderful view of the sunset and Syracuse University.
I am noticing that every time I go from my office to the front of my apartment there is a wave of resentment, anger, from the downstairs apartment.
I sit down and feel it. It feels bad. The energy is the energy of blaming, pointing a finger, justifying.
Justifying? Yes.
She, the girl downstairs, is angry. Why? Who knows? She is angry and she needs to direct her anger.
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