The view from my bedroom window

The view from my bedroom window is a view that I barely pay attention to. There isn’t really much to look at if I’m being honest but yet there is so much at the same time.

My next door neighbour is almost always sitting outside on her beige, wooden themed, park bench. I personally believe that she and her grump of a husband somehow stole it from the park down road and painted it beige to get rid of the reminders a park leaves with you. Such as the common hobo stink and pigeon waste. All day, she just sits there knitting away with her potentially dangerous needles along her barn styled sun hat, which seems to do a good job of protecting her from the sun as she is as pale as the day she was born. That’s all she does. Sometimes, if she’s not knitting she’s stereotypically drinking tea with crumpets and gabbing with one her socialite friends.

I don’t understand that woman.

On the other side of the fence at the end of my garden, lives a young group of Australians. In my opinion, they’re really just a bunch of 19 year old University students or “Hooligans” (as my mom would say) that like to set off fireworks unexpectedly and light random and drunken bonfires when they feel like it.

The other day when I came home from an immensely annoying day at school, I saw them breaking chairs. Yes, I said it. They were breaking chairs! Breaking. Chairs. Who does that? A year ago we had Nigerian neighbours whom my mother loved because she finally had someone to gossip with since my father utterly refuses to do so (unless Mr Jenkins’ name and his killer poodle are mentioned). Basically my mom’s not much of a gossip but when given the chance...

Back then I saw it as an even bigger reason for me to seclude myself from civilisation, thus forcing me to look outside at the view from my bedroom window. No matter how much I didn’t want to.

When I actually do look out my window and I’m not staring at my neighbours, everything seems either bland and drawl or bright and sharp. Most of the times that I’ve looked outside my bedroom window, I find that I’m blinded by the natural light that I rarely see since my curtains are almost always closed off. The trees blocked my view of the houses on the other side but I always found myself squinting to get a better look at how the other half lives and their interesting habits. Call me a creeper but at least I don’t own binoculars or a telescope. Wait... hold that thought.

The clear blue sky and ebony tree trunks with evergreen leaves seemed to naturally keel over everyone’s’ fences. Like a battle for territory was taking place without my obvious knowledge. The massive ledge that stood next to my window was a home for pigeons and other creatures alike. Spiders and moths were always creeping their way into my room through the tiny gaps that was often left behind whenever I neglected to close my window properly. Silver webs graced the scene, hanging from the grey drain pipes with the occasional dead bug hanging on lifelessly. I would usually snigger at the sight.

Heartless, I know, but my sense of humour can’t be helped.

When I wasn’t laughing at the helpless bugs, I was staring in awe of the white streaks across the sky left behind from occupied airplanes. Virgin Airlines, British Airways, Easy Jet... these are just a few of the planes that would fly over head. More often than none I would find myself creating stories about the passengers on the plane. Cranky business men, overly jolly flight attendants with fake smiles plastered on their faces and the occasional baby that drove everyone insane.

Talk about an escape.

Aside from that, a lot my neighbours (the ones that I couldn’t see) were constantly building things. The whacking and cracking with the smashing and bashing, it was all enough to make someone go absolutely crazy, but I liked it. At least someone was getting something done and hadn’t fallen under the power of procrastination.

I don’t know what to say right now.

I could probably go on and on about the view from my bedroom window but I can’t, for there is nothing more to see from the view of my bedroom window.