When Carl and I lived in Fargo, we didn't know a single neighbor really - we all opened our garage door, drove in and closed the door. That was it. No - relationships, no borrowing that cup of sugar. I didn't like it but I did nothing to change the situation.
So when we moved to SF, I decided that I was going to change. No one was going to bring me cookies so I was going to bring the cookies to them. We had neighborhood parties, ice cream socials, and I made a directory. This came in handy when the neighbor's sprinkler system was broken and I was able to leave a message so they could fix it. Had I not had their number, I would have forgotten to go over there later that evening to tell them. I loved knowing my neighbors! I still miss knowing most the neighborhood! It was such a great community!
So - here we are again. Starting over in a new neighborhood, praying to build relationships. I am excited and nervous all at the same time. I am actually going to pick up the dear old woman who lived in our house so she can attend the get together. I don't think my generation has been taught very well on how to be neighbors. I hope to teach my children to love their neighbors - literally!
I will let you know what happens...