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i live in a cute little neighborhood. a neighborhood of similarly designed homes. where all the doors are painted the same shades, and the minivans and suvs line the drives. mailboxes all match. where sidewalks are chalked regularly.

a neighborhood where bland reigns supreme, take it or leave it – it is what it is here in the ‘bury.  (a far cry from the ghetto livin’ of my old stomping grounds where “diversity” was beyond diverse and a 100 yr old house earns the right to be painted “aquafresh toothpaste”.)

here…neighbors maintain their lawns and landscapes. neighbors take their trash bins out on tuesday night and retreive them wednesday morning.  we water our lawns on our designated days. our backyards all contain the same inflatable swimming pool, wooden swingset or powerwheel (that has been passed down from neighbor to neighbor, friend to friend). here is a rural suburbia… where you are just as likely to run into your neighbor at the grocer as you are to run into them in your yard. everyone knows everyone knows everyone.

basketball hoops belong to the cul-de-sac kids and the “village elders”  and parents of wee-ones shake their fists at the high school boys who see 25 mph and go 52 mph out of the neighborhood.  where homecomings and proms bring all the neighbors out to see the girl’s dresses. where babysitters are passed from house to house to house and a garden’s overabundence is shared.

where neighbors gather between houses to talk lawns, and community politics and backyard gardens.  they collect your mail and watch your house while you are away. they share hand me downs when their kids outgrow soccer shoes and halloween costumes.

my dream house was my dream house – a 100 years old, big, beautiful, the house didn’t need decorations – the character spoke for itself.   my dream house was NOT in my dream neighborhood. where chick fights would wake my husband and i from a deep sleep, where red and blue lights frequently filled our “pottery barn” perfect interior late at night and where the weekend evening’s entertainment was nothing more than a bottle of wine and a 12-pack of beer on the 3-season front porch. the crazies kept us very entertained… however, it wasn’t a place to raise a family. 

while i can’t say that this neighborhood is my dream neighborhood – i can say that i’m blessed with some great neighbors (and a not so great neighbor – who doesn’t mow their lawn, pick up their dog doo, and has the obnoxious child who flies like a bat out of hell the minute the kids and I come out to enjoy the nice weather -some have gay-dar… i have whitetrash-dar) i can say that this is the kind of neighborhood i love having my children in.  (i can also say that i have been pricing out 6foot privacy walls at home depot to put along our back property line)

yes – our lawn gets scalped by our one set of neighbors on a weekly basis…and yes, my husband and i have been spending evenings discussing how to politely tell them to stop scalping our lawn or else… but, this neighborhood is safe and friendly, and if i need a cup of sugar, break my toe and need crutches  or my neighbor whips up something tasty… i know that i can count on people to come through. i know that a playdate or an emergency momma-sitter is merely a street away. i can count on a snowblower clearing my drive even before i get our snowblower out and started (what?!?! snow?!?! who’s talking about snow already?!)

they say home is where the heart is – and this home’s got some heart… someday, i’ll combine the dream house and the dream neighborhood (or lack thereof)… luckily i know that the time spent here in the ‘hood has provided our family with some of the greatest friends in the whole wide ‘hood… and for that… we’re blessed!

so where do you live… and is it your dream house in your dream neighborhood? what makes it that way, what would you change…

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