Know Thy Neighbor
By: Kara Posner
My fiance’ doesn’t want to fraternize with the other couple living on our floor. I’ve just moved into the apartment where he’s lived for six years. They seem like cool folks, but, when I suggested asking them over for dinner he morphs into a little boy about to do the pee-pee dance, “Imagine what they overhear. And you want them to be our friends?” This is usually followed up by a furrowing of his brows and an exclamation spoken is some “South Park” inspired voice, “Stranger Danger!” He playfully swears that I missed the day in Kindergarten when we were supposed to be imbued with a healthy fear of unknown people. I’ve always made an effort to know my neighbors; it makes me feel at home to be connected with the faces I see all the time. It is a comfort to know there are friendly people nearby to run to in case of an emergency or when in need of milk. He is much more comfortable with acknowledgments in the hall and that’s it.
How well do you know your neighbors?
- There are some mornings when I drift over for breakfast still in my pajamas and I’m happy to stand-in at the Lamaze class if they need me.
- We exchange banter, sugar, and light bulbs frequently and I don’t mind walking their dog when they are in a pinch.
- I know their names, have an idea of what they do and where they are from but have never seen the inside of their home.
- I know their last names because it’s on their mailbox, oh, and I know what they look like.