I suppose it’s a “regional thing”, when it comes to getting to know your neighbors.
I’ve lived in cities where people that have lived next to each other for ten years just exchange the casual “Hi” or “Good Morning” in passing at their mutual driveways.
I’ve also lived in cities where neighbors have never formally met each other nor really even know one another’s last name. They become just “the neighbor” or “loud music guy” or “miss stuck-up”.
In the south, your next-door neighbor can become your best friend, your softball teammate, the “go to” guy to keep an eye on things while you are on vacation, someone to watch the kids.
He or She can be that “new person” that moved in, that you watch for several months and “check’em out”, before you introduce yourself.
Your “best neighbors” live on the side of the street that you live on…and you rarely cross the street to meet “THOSE” neighbors.
You have neighbors you exchange “pleasantries” with, but your “real” friends live in another part of the city. They come to your house, you go to theirs, etc.
It occurred to me today, that I have lived at the end of my little cul-de-sac for about a year now, and I know my next door neighbor pretty good. I know the couple by that neighbor less, other than their last name, and the fact that the husband is the local “car guy” that’s always working in his garage. And after those two, I know very little about my neighbors. One neighbor across the street just moved, and I only ever knew his first name and that he drove a van.
Well heck, I’m much more friendlier than that. Or, so I thought.
So this week, in the afternoons, I’m thinking I may take a little walk down the street and just knock on some doors and introduce myself and point out where I live.
Rather than just being a “neighbor”, it’s time I become more “neighborly”.
Do you know who your neighbors are?