Awkward might describe the way we act when we move into an apartment block from the relative seclusion of our detached four bedroom home with the quintessential turn of the millennium renovation.
What do you say when you meet a same floor dweller at the elevators for the first time? ‘Was my music too loud last night? Can you hear what we say and do? We don’t seem to hear you. Well not often anyway.’ As they ponder the very same question your mind turns to your new, close but not in a good way, neighbour. ‘I bet it was him that over-filled the recycling bins last week? They should learn to use the right bins. I hope their visitors don’t park in my space’? All sounds very familiar to those of us living in strata land.