Our next door neighbors are moving in two weeks. They have lived here for nine years. We don’t see each other every day but we do get together for picnics, dinners or concerts. We are close in age and similar in interests. I like them a lot so I am sad.
I love change but not in my home life. Changing neighbors is like dating. Maybe you have something in common and maybe you don’t. It takes a while to learn those things. You can’t rush it or you seem like a horny teenager looking for love.
You have to figure out what annoys them too. Parking in front of their house? Letting the weeds grow? Leaving the garbage cans out in the street for days? Noisy kids? I have had those kinds of neighbors over the years. (I wasn’t the perpetrator! I am a delightful neighbor!)
Sometimes the people are nice but they make dumb decisions. Like my former neighbors who decided not to take down two trees that were hanging over my house. Yep, they both fell down – one narrowly missing my garage roof and the other smack dab on the beloved husband’s car. Lots of damage and no apologies.
Then there were the neighbors who put their kids’ colorful jungle gym on my property line so I would have to look at it every day while they had no view of it at all from their windows.
I had some great neighbors too. One neighbor was older than me and lived with her retired husband. He didn’t miss a trick so I never worried about anyone breaking into my house. Sometimes, if I was lucky, there would be a pie on my porch when I came home from work. Very nice neighbors. In fact, despite the age difference we picked strawberries together and drank lemonade on the back porch.
I had another neighbor who was similar in age but I always felt like her mother. When the family rabbit escaped from its hutch, I was called to rescue it. In an emergency I hemmed her daughter’s uniform for school. I was starting to feel like “The Help.” All that was missing was the cap and apron — oh yes, and a paycheck. Then I moved away.
It’s rare to find real friendship in neighbors. Most of my neighbors have been in the class of “people who lived next door.”
It’s unlikely we will have any relationship with the new neighbors. They are thirty years our junior and professionals. That means we won’t see them and they like different music. Bummer!