Impressions

I live on first floor of a large old house.  There is an apartment upstairs and a new tenant recently moved in.  I haven't met her yet, or really even seen her.  I did glimpse someone out the front window the other day who may be my new housemate, but also might just be one of the people who helped her move in.

First impressions are strange things sometimes based on the most oblique observations.

Mine:  The new girl moved in upstairs.  She walks lightly and her voice doesn't carry through the floor, which is a blessing.  Poor thing maybe this is the first time she has ever lived inside.  She doesn't seem to know that you can close the doors after you walk through them and she drops her garbage wherever she happens to be when she is finished with it.

Hers:  The old lady downstairs is so quiet.  I wonder if she recently just got out of prison.  She runs around closing doors like she's afraid someone's going to get out and she polices the grounds like she's on patrol, picking up every little bit of litter she can find. 

Sigh....