Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Day 15 Nice to new neighbors

Nice to new neighbors.

For the past year and half the house attached to mine has been empty. I won't lie, despite the decreasing property value, it's been wonderful. No banging screaming kid, no pretending I can't hear my neighbor's fighting, and extra parking. It's been glorious.

But all good thing must come to an end.

My new neighbors moved in yesterday.

If I was REALLY nice I would have helped the physically move their stuff, but if I hate to do that for my own stuff, I"m not about to do that for a stranger. Besides, people can be weird about touching their stuff.

I brought over an apple tart from Trader Joes.

I joked around with them and said, "I didn't bake it, I just reheated it. If you like it, you can thank Trader Joes."

They laughed and I think it was good impression.

Would I do it again: Sure, if someone else moves in next door to me.
Cost: Don't know, probably under $5
Time: 20 minutes to bake it, 3 minutes to deliver and chat.


  1. I don't really know my neighbours. I find it to be very sad, especially when some of us have similar aged children. I'm just so shy, it's hard for me, but it would be nice to get to know them. Plue, pie. Everyone likes pie.