I grew up in a place where everyone, knew everyone. Not in the Mayberry sort of way, it was just generations of families had lived in the same place, so I knew which of Tony's sister's husbands were good guys and which weren't. People would also know everything about the kids in the neighborhood. Parents I didn't speak to would ask my parents about my homework.
I thought every place was like this until I lived in Washington, D.C. Very few people are from there, and every four or eight years 100,000 people move out and 100,000+ move in. It seemed crazy to me, but prepared me for Florida.
No one is from here.
I just moved into a new house and was surprised that people didn't come over to say 'hi' or complain about my dog. I would have been happy with either. I have had to introduce myself to everyone in the neighborhood, except the couple that wanted to fix me up with their son's girlfriend (story for another blog). Anyway, the people I've met are all nice and apoligized for not coming over to welcome me when I moved in. It's too bad they didn't, because that would have been a nice gesture and made me more excited to live in my neighborhood.
So today, why not stroll over to that house where people have been living and introduced yourself? Or complain about their dog? Either way, it'll be a good time.
Probably.
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