Moving day provides opportunities for accidents that would make a cartoon villain blush. A satellite cable sitting there, completely unguarded, practically begging to be severed by a sharp edged table. Twice. These things happen. Karma is a dish best served when you are already halfway out the door with boxes in your hands.
The best part about cutting ties with awful neighbours is the cutting part. You pack your stuff, you leave, and you never have to see them again. They can stand in their self made kingdom of shared space that is definitely theirs, thank you very much, while you drive away knowing they will never bother you again. Some battles you win by fighting, others you win by leaving


