Feel Good Friday, December 7, 2012
Last night the Mrs. and I returned from dinner and several of our neighbors were gathered in our quiet cul-de-sac just having conversation. There were adults, kids and a puppy. We joined the group, as the new kids on the block, and shared small talk. It was great.
The houses along the street, all dressed up for Christmas, look beautiful. It’s not one of those streets that would attract seven hundred cars a night, viewing the lights in the community, but it is colorful, tasteful and we are so happy to be a part of it all.
We’ve lived here a couple months now. The majority of the remodeling has been accomplished, we know most of our neighbors by name now, except I keep confusing Jim with John, and the comfort zone is expanding daily. I am going to give guitar lessons to one of the kids who showed up with an electric guitar around her neck last month, saying “I hear you play guitar. Will you teach me?” Since then, one of the adult neighbors has been added to the lesson list. I find that somehow endearing.
The term “the hood” has taken on such a negative connotation over the last few years, denoting a place you probably don’t want to be after dark. A neighborhood is more than a “hood.” I’m happy to say we all feel safe and secure in our little corner of the world and I already know we will all look out for each other and our kids, no matter what.
That’s a comfort. It’s good to be part of something. When that something is as solid and positive as a group of neighbors who will soon be considered friends, it’s even better.
Remember Mr. Rogers? He got it. Welcome to my neighborhood.