I never had any problems with neighbours in Toronto. Since being in Durham though, I've moved three times in two years and the neighbours played a big part in two moves. The first place, a neighbour came up to me and threatened me. I was aware racism thrives here, but it scared the fk out of me. Got into a cab and never looked back. I know it was an absurd thing to do but honestly I couldn't be bothered to live in that kind of fearful environment a minute longer. The second place, apart from having old nosy neighbours with nothing better to do than sit on their porches and stare at me, it was fine. This last place, an older couple moved in to the basement. They fought night and day. Yelling, screaming, bashing, doors slamming, pounding, things breaking...oh good Lord! I felt like I had moved back home. Any of my complaints to the landlord were met with "Oh they're old and senile, nothing I can do." I was terrified of what else could possibly happen and didn't wanna be in the middle of that chaos any longer. So yup, I moved. The over-bearing landlord played a part as well but that's a long story about foolishness on my end.