Helpful Neighbors.
I think I’ve always had helpful neighbors, at least as long as I can remember. There has always been a neighbor ready to babysit me or to lend my mom an egg. Now that I’m on my own, I’ve still had a very pleasant neighbor experience. (My whole family is friends with my cousin Danny’s neighbors). In the DePaul dorms last year, I lived in the very last room of the hallway, tucked into a corner. The room closest to us was a little bit removed, but we were neighbors. We were offered pizza when they had too much, I asked them for help with unbunking my beds (as I wanted to do it as a surprise for Tina :P) and they would sometimes stick their heads in while we played Rockband. Now that I’m living in an apartment, I still have some helpful neighbors. The people who live all the way upstairs (not the people directly above…they’re just loud) shovel the snow and taught me how to relight a pilot light in the furnace. I’ve also had a few weirdo neighbors and neighbors that let their dog into our yard to take care of its business, but I’ve had a mostly good experience. Neighbors: the friends who ask for favors and you don’t really have to hang out with unless you have a barbecue. This thumb is for you, Kramer.
