Before we moved this past June, I was beginning to think the idea of neighbors who came bearing welcome casseroles when you moved in and popped by to borrow cups of sugar was a fiction. It’s not like we’ve ever had any true horror stories or anything pilfered from us (although I never did get my office gift basket last Christmas, just sayin’) but for the most part, our former neighbors have just been distantly polite, a little gruff, or mysteriously absent.
And then we moved to this building! It’s like a weird and wonderful little haven of neighborliness. In the summer we came home to neighbors sitting on the front stoop with their kids; on Halloween the owners put out baskets of candy. We have brunches and baby showers, read-a-thon sponsor sign-up sheets and holiday decorations (right now, an impressively life-size sled). I can’t say we minded comfortable anonymity (’cause it’s a-okay if I never meet the people who bear witness to my unhealthy dependence on Amazon Prime) but guys … neighbor brunches. When the travel time is about 10 seconds, shoes are optional, and I can practice my quiche skills, I can get down with that.