NaBloPoMo Day 18: The Neighbors we never met moved out

 

We got a lovely card in the mailbox from our neighbors
we never actually met. In my opinion.

The new neighbors moved in 7 years ago and we never, not even once, spoke with them. I'm not saying we were blameless in this whole affair, it's not like we sent them a basket of tea or some kind of welcome offering. But yeah. We never met them. But we did have many many interactions. 

I walk around the neighborhood. It's my thing. I get steps in. And every single time one of them would drive by in their car, I waved. At first, they just stared at me like I was a lunatic.

So I waved more aggressively. It became kind of a game for me to try to get right in their line of sight with a gigantic aggressive wave.

After about five years of this hyper friendly waving, they started to, very tentatively wave back. A tiny finger gesture became a lackluster hand flap. I think that's where progress ended.

Fast forward to when they moved out a few weeks ago and we find this note in our mailbox:

"Hello Neighbors (they don't know our names),
We just wanted to write and say thank you for being such great neighbors over the years."


You never know what other people are thinking I guess is the bottomline.