It will be okay.

As I sit here listening to the sound of who knows how many people pull up to my neighbors house I keep telling myself it will be okay. I have to believe the day will come when I can call New York movers to come and whisk all of our belongings away to a new life. It is really hard to believe this at times when I am woken up for the umpteenth time by the screaming and cursing of these hooligans. When I am sitting here debating about calling the police knowing that nothing will come of it aside from them being lectured yet again to be quiet I have to wonder if I really am suppose to have a better life? I suppose this is just stress talking but there are time when it is hard to believe that it really will be okay.