Personal Essays

It’s a rare thing these days to know almost all the people on your street by name, rarer still to like them all. I don’t know how I got lucky enough to end up living here surrounded by all of them, but I am endlessly thankful that I did.

We range in age from six to 86, and our sense of community goes well beyond exchanging simple pleasantries in the street. Over the past six years, we’ve hiked and camped together, celebrated holidays and birthdays, shared the bounty from our over-exuberant gardens, hosted progressive dinners, talked politics, played bocce ball, and just generally reveled in one another’s company. My neighbors are at the heart of what makes this place a home to me.

I have the best neighbors ever. That’s not bragging, just a simple statement of fact.