I know some of the other b.la contributors have bad relationships and experiences with their neighbors, but I’ve realized lately that I don’t have any kind of relationship with most of my neighbors. I’ve been living in my Palms apartment since September 2000 and still don’t know the first names of the people who live upstairs who have good music taste, the Indian family across the hall and other tenants in my building.
While I was finishing up my undergrad education, it didn’t really bug me that I wasn’t too familiar with my neighbors. I was hardly ever at my apartment with lots of evening meetings and late night study sessions on campus. That changed when I had semi-normal work hours, but I still don’t know my neighbors.
This bugs me now. I had some incredible neighbors when I was growing up in Hacienda Heights. My parents make friends with everybody, and it paid off considering our neighbors have been really helpful and plain old neighborly in the 27 years we’ve lived in the area. I don’t plan to be here that long, but it would still be nice to ask a neighbor if I could borrow a cup of sugar.
Would it be strange to finally say more than a simple “hi” or “hello” to a neighbor?