It's a Wonderful Day in the Neighborhood

My new across the street neighbors have a couple kids. And many more who are often hanging out there. I like this. I like that I live in that kind of neighborhood.

A couple weeks ago I got really sad about moving out of my old apartment, leaving the familiarity, the neighbors who I smiled at, the freeway roar. I was worried that I'd be lonely in my new place.

But then I went to sign my lease and the property manager told me that Lorne street was excited to see me. Somehow a bunch of them already knew who I was and couldn't wait to have me be their neighbor. In the course of my moving in comings and goings - before I was even full time there - I met about ten people. They hang out in their yards. The kids run from house to house. One found a sparkly green dress at a thrift store and gave it to another. I like this. It's what I've wanted.

Then this morning I was leaving for a walk with a friend. And saw this awesome bike on my across the street neighbor's yard. Which I think belongs to their toddler. And it made me like them even more.