March 17, 2023
Your Neighbor
By: N.L. Skjonsby
The town was perfect. The cul-de-sac was perfect. The house was perfect. We relocated from almost 200 miles away and were not sure what to expect. Obviously we toured the house and talked to a realtor but we still didn’t know exactly what we were in for.
We pulled into the driveway and found several of our neighbors outside visiting with each other as their kids played in the front yard. We said a quick hello and introduced ourselves and kids before the moving van showed up. Once it arrived we were busy for the next six hours directing movers and unpacking what we could, while our kids made friends with the other kids and played outside.
When putting away our kitchen stuff, we found a piece of paper in one of the drawers. It was a welcome home note from the previous owner. It had a map of the cul-de-sac with people’s names, their kids names, and even their pets names. It also included phone numbers and listed trash days and a grocery store recommendation.
While the first impression was off the charts, once we settled in we found it to be everything we hoped. The neighbors on one side quickly became good friends and we were friendly with all the other neighbors as well. An older couple that lived across the street had become honorary grandparents of most of the kids on the street including our own.
After about a year and a half of loving every minute of our new home, the neighbors across the street decided to move closer to some of their family members. A young couplet moved in and were a little louder and flashier than the rest of us, but still okay. Then our dear friends moved, they had become financially comfortable due to a business they owned and had the opportunity to upsize.
The family that moved in after them were awful. Very rude, and their kid would steal things from our garage. I even got bit by their dog. One by one all of the original neighbors moved away. After les than four years it was time for us to leave too. The house was great, the town was great but the neighbors made the experience what it was.
— N. L. Skjonsby
Your Neighbor
By: N.L. Skjonsby
The town was perfect. The cul-de-sac was perfect. The house was perfect. We relocated from almost 200 miles away and were not sure what to expect. Obviously we toured the house and talked to a realtor but we still didn’t know exactly what we were in for.
We pulled into the driveway and found several of our neighbors outside visiting with each other as their kids played in the front yard. We said a quick hello and introduced ourselves and kids before the moving van showed up. Once it arrived we were busy for the next six hours directing movers and unpacking what we could, while our kids made friends with the other kids and played outside.
When putting away our kitchen stuff, we found a piece of paper in one of the drawers. It was a welcome home note from the previous owner. It had a map of the cul-de-sac with people’s names, their kids names, and even their pets names. It also included phone numbers and listed trash days and a grocery store recommendation.
While the first impression was off the charts, once we settled in we found it to be everything we hoped. The neighbors on one side quickly became good friends and we were friendly with all the other neighbors as well. An older couple that lived across the street had become honorary grandparents of most of the kids on the street including our own.
After about a year and a half of loving every minute of our new home, the neighbors across the street decided to move closer to some of their family members. A young couplet moved in and were a little louder and flashier than the rest of us, but still okay. Then our dear friends moved, they had become financially comfortable due to a business they owned and had the opportunity to upsize.
The family that moved in after them were awful. Very rude, and their kid would steal things from our garage. I even got bit by their dog. One by one all of the original neighbors moved away. After les than four years it was time for us to leave too. The house was great, the town was great but the neighbors made the experience what it was.
— N. L. Skjonsby
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