I'm
not Catholic or religious by any means, but there is some value in the 'love
thy neighbor' adage. Nowadays, I can tell you a majority of neighborhoods, at
least in the Seattle metroplex, that people have lived next to each other for years
without introducing themselves or even know their names! Gone are the days of
the sense of community, which saddens me greatly.
Growing
up my niche of the world was a tight-knit community in which we all know of
each other in the cul-de-sac. We were proud to call each other neighbors. We
might not necessarily the best of friends, or even entered each other's homes,
but damn, at least we knew of each other. And, I vowed to myself, that if I
ever own a home, and in a neighborhood, I would add to the sense of community
once I arrived, or start to build it if none existed.
I was
gonna love thy neighbor, and demonstrate to others how to do it, too.
Last week, I moved
into a house I purchased in Lake Stevens in a cul-de-sac, thus completing my
#2015TabulaRaseDeclaration of having a permanent address by the end of 2016.
I quickly
introduced myself to the neighbors as I found them. I wanted to start the
rapport right away as the newest member of the community. I do this for several
reasons, one of which I already listed above.
The others? Well,
to name a few 1) to continue to be transparent in my transactions with others
2) that they’ll know the move-in type of activity (ies) that’ll be going in the
next few months 3) to start my history on a good-foot because there’s never a
second chance for a first impression.
One of my
neighbors is Armon. He was quite a chatterbox as he knew quite a few the other
neighbors, and frankly the ones to avoid. He dished out the latest and greatest
on my house as well as a brief history.
He had a hilarious
backstory for the now-butchered trees in my front yard which are close to the
front windows of the house. Apparently a very public, loud, and escalated
argument took place between a boyfriend and girlfriend of the landscaping
company. In order to get ‘even’ with the girlfriend, he hacked on the tress
until it looked like something outta Tim Burton’s mind or a Dr. Seuss book!
At least it’ll be
something to talk about for passenger-by’s as they search for Pokemon in their
#PokemonGO game! They do look rather gnarly.
Another neighbor of mine is Joy. He’s a hoot
thus far. He has a large Cambodian extended family. They invited me into their home without
hesitation on Saturday night when I mentioned that I didn’t have any appliances.
He returned from a crabbing excursion at Camano Island, and the wife cooked it
up already.
I literally walked into a house teeming with
family members which a pang of jealousy hit me. Again, I quickly introduced
myself altogether I have to admit the name game will be tough to recall names.
They
asked me to sit down on the ground like another family member. They served me a
plate of seasoned crab, ribs, chicken, and a cold beer to wash it all down
with. I decided right then and there these were my people. Joy, and his wife,
Christina, shared with me that the house was abandoned for 5 plus years. They
were surprised how long it stayed empty. Much to their dismay as well because
they loved the “additional” driveway and parking spots.
They also reiterated what Armon said as to
cooperates with whom and you to avoid. Basically corroborated his story! So
far, so good. Thus far, I love thy neighbors.
My challenge to you is this: Get to know your
neighbor. Just one! The apartment / condo / townhome next door, or the
next-door neighbor by introducing yourself. You’d be amazed what you’ll find
out about yourself and them. Life is rough enough without help, might as well
seek out help from those that you live with in the same community.
It’s only one Spaceship Earth, so find out
who’s living around you to become #onetribe. Comment below what your experience
is!
Until next week, be good like you should and
if you can’t be good … be good at what you do!
Mic drop bOoM
‘los; out
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