Since moving into our house, I feel like we've been barely home long enough (while awake) to have the occasional dinner, let alone venture out and meet our neighbors. Last Saturday changed all that, I'm happy to report.
It was the much anticipated yearly block party, and while I had dinner plans with family, I did show up (a little more than) fashionably late. By the time I arrived, the party was winding down but rumors of a post-party were starting to spread. I thought they were kidding.
We were escorted down the street to another house, and as we learned, these particular neighbors host happy hour (pretty much whenever) in their driveway. When people walk by and stop to say hello, they just bring out more chairs and point to the fridge in their garage. I feel honored almost to be part of this community. Our neighbors were certainly not a part of the tour when we first visited our house, but surprise - the welcoming atmosphere is definitely appreciated.
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