I have always longed for those bygone days I would read about in old books, where folks sat around on their porch swings in the evenings and visited with their neighbors, or stopped by to borrow a cup of sugar and stayed to chat for a spell. I wanted to live in a world like that. I even bought a porch swing two decades ago, and kept plenty of sugar on hand, but it didn’t help. People were simply too busy being busy to have a leisurely conversation, let alone bake something from scratch.
After ten years of trying to connect with my neighbors, I sold the porch swing and put the sugar away. I even thought I had given up on my dream. Yet, when I moved into an apartment complex two years ago, an amazing thing happened.
I started to make pies for my neighbors from the apples on the property. As a result, before you know it, I had made some neighbor-friends! In the last month, especially, those friendships have blossomed to the point where I realized today that my dream has actually come true!
I can prove it. A mere hour ago my doorbell rang and it was a neighbor asking if I had any cooking oil. Okay, so it wasn’t sugar, but it was close enough. Of course, I was delighted to give her the oil! Yet, after she left I realized the irony.
You see, I am moving out of this apartment in three days. I know that nice people are everywhere, but this is the first time in my twenty years of residing in this town that I have experienced rewarding connections with my neighbors. Honestly, I really don’t want it to end. But if it does, I will always remember how for a short while… I was living my dream.