Friday, March 18, 2011

My Beautiful Neighborhood

Tonight, as I let the dog in, I took the opportunity to admire my neighborhood.  I stood on my porch and looked at the homes within my immediate view and was overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

I am incredibly fortunate to live in my neighborhood.  I love the location.  I love the view from my porch.  But most of all, I love my neighbors.

There are some younger than us, some older than us, and a few of the wise and wonderful generation.  And each of them has touched my life in some way.

Our immediate neighbors have been incredibly understanding and forgiving during times when the volume between my husband and me was intense.  And again when my children held a picnic on their porch and didn't clean it up.  They have been kind and helpful.  They have watched over us.  They have been an emergency contact for my children when we were away; I felt comforted knowing they were there for my kids.

The ones on the other side I don't know as well.  The parents only speak Spanish and I don't.  We haven't really connected verbally.  But they have been polite and friendly.  We wave at each other with a big smile.  Even without many words, there is a tenderness there.  An understanding that we are neighbors.

Across the street is my neighbor who is 95 (give or take a year).  He frequently walks across the street and visits with me and my kids when we're in the yard.  He brings us produce from his garden.  He talks to my kids about the activities they are involved with.  He tells me about his family and all that they are up to.  And he loves us.  In the way he talks to us and smiles at us, I know that he does.

And all along the street I can see people who are kind to me.  People who have helped me.  People who look out for me and my kids.  People who see when I'm having a bad day and give me a hug.  People who look past the irritating things we do and are still our friends.  People who've had hard times and learned lessons and shared them.  People who speak with love from their heart.  People who are open to connecting and aren't afraid of being loved.

I hear of people who don't get along with their neighbors or who live in unsafe neighborhoods and I am sad.  I wish everyone had a neighborhood like I do.

Each of these people has touched my heart.  Each of them has served me at one time or another.  And if asked each of them would probably say that they didn't do much.  But isn't that the point of a neighborhood?  If we all do a little to take care of each other, everything important will get done.

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19 Comments:

Blogger Kelly Latour said...

My parents were the grumpy neighbors that nobody wanted to befriend, and I was always puzzled by it. When I got my first place I went out of my way to say hi to my neighbors. When I bought my condo I hosted the monthly get together in my suite so we could all connect. My in-laws created a family here out of the neighbors when they moved here from Quebec. We had 10 of the neighbors at our smallish wedding because they have all watched Jon grow up. Our goodbye party on Saturday has all of them on the guest list (despite being hosted at my parent's house...)
When we move into our condo in Victoria I am befriending people in the building again! It's the way to go!

March 18, 2011 at 10:06 AM  
Blogger Dawnelle said...

My parents were the same--they didn't want neighbors to ask anything of them and so weren't willing to ask for themselves. My husband, on the other hand, has made a point of getting to know our neighbors. His great gift is in meeting people easily. I've always said, "My husband makes friends and I keep them."

March 18, 2011 at 1:35 PM  
Blogger Jill said...

Dropping by from SITS...

This is such a beautiful testament to human connectedness. I recently moved from an upscale apartment complex (where no one talked to anyone) into my grandparents' old house in a slightly more rural and less affluent area. I worried that I wouldn't feel safe, but I've actually felt safer. There are always people around. They always know who's coming and going. And they're always smiling and willing to lend a hand.

March 19, 2011 at 7:05 AM  
Blogger Jill said...

Oops...that should have been "urban." Not "rural." I guess it subconsciously feels more like a small country town. :)

March 19, 2011 at 7:06 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

What a beautiful tribute to your home. Thank you for sharing it.

March 19, 2011 at 7:17 AM  
Blogger Sharde said...

its so great that you love your neighborhood. currently, my man and I live in an apartment - and our neighbors are less than satisfactory. I guess there's nothing you can do about that. but it makes me happy to know that other people have good experiences! i hope that when we move into a real neighborhood that we have the kind of experience you're having.

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March 19, 2011 at 5:51 PM  
Blogger Marie said...

We are blessed to live in a neighborhood like yours...It really makes all the difference doesn't it? ;)

March 20, 2011 at 12:09 PM  
Blogger Survivor said...

Your neighborhood sounds like a perfect place to live.

March 20, 2011 at 1:23 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Stopping by from SITS. Your neighborhood sounds a lot like the one I lived in when I was younger and I loved it. I hope our new one will be like that.

March 22, 2011 at 7:53 AM  
Blogger Gigi said...

Wow. You are very blessed indeed to live where you do. It sounds like communities used to be.

Thanks for coming by on my SITS day the other day!

March 23, 2011 at 1:20 PM  
Anonymous Brenna @ Almost All The Truth said...

That sounds lovely! I wish I had a neighborhood like you too. No one here is unkind, but they all keep to themselves. There isn't a real sense of community... maybe I can take some responsibility and do my part to foster that though.

March 24, 2011 at 1:18 AM  
Blogger carina said...

Thank you for the very thoughtful comments you left on my blog - they meant a lot!

Isn't it wonderful to have great neighbors? We moved a year ago and I still miss my old neighbors. Even though they are only a mile away, it isn't the same. Since we've moved, every single house in our cul de sac has been sold. We've got some introductions to make!

March 25, 2011 at 11:06 AM  
Blogger K Pugliano said...

Stopping by from SITS...

What a sweet post- having a fabulous neighborhood is such a wonderful thing. We also live in a great one...and it does make a difference!

March 27, 2011 at 7:15 AM  
Blogger Kristy said...

That is wonderful. We want to get into a better neighborhood. Thanks so much for visiting on my SITS day!

March 27, 2011 at 2:39 PM  
Blogger BlackEyedDog said...

Wow...seems like a wonderful neighborhood indeed =)
I wish we had something like this...my parents are at a strife with two of the families in our neigborhood (they even wanted to sue us once -.-) It's a constant argy-bargy *buh*

xoxo

March 28, 2011 at 2:57 AM  
Anonymous Babes about Town said...

What a lovely post, I'm sure your neighbours would enjoy reading it. We've got a cool neighbourhood too and a strong sense of community where I live in London, but I do sometimes wish we had more immediate neighbours (and immediate family nearby!) that we could count on.

March 28, 2011 at 9:54 AM  
Blogger The Blonde Duck said...

Popped in from SITS! I wish more neighborhoods were like that. I grew up in a really close knit neighborhood and wish ours was more like it!

March 29, 2011 at 4:33 AM  
Blogger Katherines Corner said...

You are fortunate to have such a great neighborhood. We can not say the same. Although we live in a beautiful place . I see the lake out the front of the house and the mountains out the back,. (we live in Utah too). We have been here almost six years and although we have reached put numerous time we have not been welcomed. It's unfortunate really, sad, truly. But sigh it is life.
Wishing you happiness, Katherine

April 8, 2011 at 1:57 PM  
Anonymous Denice (inkstitch) said...

Omigosh, seriously! Brookeside is like Mayberry. I miss it so much!

And yes, I know this post is a month old, and no, I will not apologize for commenting in April.

April 12, 2011 at 11:17 PM  

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