"But I'm content with my life."

[Trenchfriend]

I live in an 1968s apartment block with 7x6 "parties".

I grew up in entrance 6, top floor, from age 6 on. Now, I live in entrance 2, top floor, where I have my peace. Only MY place for hang up clothing above me on the attic. And I also still have the probably most peaceful house entrance.
I mean "as yet", as long the old folks below me (He, 88/89, was classmate of my Grandma) and next to my living room (in late 80s, too) are still there.

Every day, I'm thankful for that, I tell you!

 

[Turnip]

An „old“ and good colleague died last Sunday from a heart attack, at the age of 38.
Thinking back how many friends I outlived meanwhile just in my late 50’s, some sandbox-pals included, I’m content with my life though all that sh.t that happened over the years and that is still to come.