I feel the need to talk about something that I’ve been truly missing in my life and have recently found.
I grew up in a small town called Honeyville. Isn’t that the cutest name for a little “village”, as Denys calls it. My childhood was fun, mainly because I had friends next door, down the street, down the block, and a few farms south. It was the best. We would walk to each other’s houses, ride bikes, roller blade, or take trips to the local little store for 5 cent gummy candies. There are definitely pluses and minuses to living in a small town like ours, but over all, being surrounded by great neighbors in a close community is beyond memorable.
Having grown up with this, I never really realized how awesome it was until I was without it. As a single adult it isn’t that vital, but as a married couple and small family, I have longed and craved for good neighbors. Denys and I have lived in several places since getting married and we were finding it extremely difficult to connect in our community. The closest we ever got was when I was getting my undergrad and we lived in student apartments. Sure, we literally had great neighbors all around us, but the living conditions weren’t ideal, nor did I have much time with 16 credit hours and a baby to be socializing. I took all of my friends there for granted simply because I didn’t know how boring my life was about to get.
The next couple moves that we made were hard. People were established, private, older, younger, busy, or anything else you can think of. Not only that, but I’ve learned that it can take awhile to make friends in a community and in both of these places, our time was fairly short before we would end up moving again. And I missed friendly neighbors. Badly.
Is this a thing of the past?
What happened to borrowing a cup of sugar?
Do we not connect anymore with those around us?
What is all this alienation about?
But then…one more move.
Our current area has been a breath of fresh air. In fact, so refreshing, that we took no time for thought and bought a townhome nearby. Suddenly, there were neighbors around us that we actually knew, spoke with, hung out with, and overall connected with. Could it be??
The best of all though is when right next door, a small family, just like us, moved in. The townhome had been empty for a month or two and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t pray about getting some good neighbors in there. It’s such a small thing, yet so wonderful, that I will never take it for granted again. My kids have friends, we have friends, I can borrow an egg, and they can borrow syrup. Our kids go to each other’s houses, which is new for me in this whole mom thing, but I LOVE it. I love that my kids can know what it’s like to have a friendly neighborhood, to have people around that care and support you.
Life truly is easier and more fulfilling when you are a part of a neighborhood, filled with friends and family.
Do you live in a friendly neighborhood? How do you reach out to those around you?