Thursday, March 29, 2007

“A bad neighbor is a misfortune, as much as a good one is a great blessing”

Sometimes living in downtown really pisses me off. The loud ass cars that feel it necessary to drag down my street, the on-street parking, the impending "ghetto-ness". Yet there are moments, like one that happened earlier today, that totally make this worth while.

Just as I was pulling up in front of the house after dropping the bean off at Ms. Debbies this morning, my neighbor across the street was going into his house. He stopped and we chatted a bit about our tentative plans with a few others from the neighborhood to have lunch together at one of the local downtown bakery/cafes. Plans ended up changing and we are supposed to go tomorrow, but I left that brief conversation grinning like a fool.

This is what makes "urban living" so amazing. The closeness of the neighbors not only in proximity but in our every day lives. Some of my neighbors know more about what's going on with me right now then most of my friends. My neighbors have seen my children grow, and are constantly commenting on how gorgeous they are. (thanks guys).
My neighbors and I are like minded in the sense of how we want our street to look to where we choose to go eat.

I love the fact that I can go have lunch with my neighbors during the week while supporting a local business, I love the fact that when driving through town on my way to the store or anywhere, I am positive I will see at least one person I know.

So to my neighbors, immediate and those a bit further, if I haven't told you, I appreciate you and what you've help our neighborhood to become. I'm grateful for those of you I've met, and those I've yet to meet.