When you look at our neighborhood from the outside, it is really nothing special. It is well kept but it is just like every other suburban neighborhood: a bunch of beige-ish cookie cutter houses located too close together with concrete block wall fences to keep all the yards segregated.
But when you look at it from the inside, it is amazing. We have established a small group of about 10 houses that, if it weren't for the neighborhood, might not be friends. But because we are neighbors, we are friends. We are an extended family. We are a community of grown-ups/parents who are trying to do the best we can for ourselves, our kids and each other.
For instance, here we are (minus a few) on a chilly Friday night standing in our driveway drinking a few beers and playing an impromptu game of Cards Against Humanity on top of two recycling bins while our kids are inside watching a movie, eating popcorn and likely jumping on the couch.
For this sense of community that we've all inadvertently created for ourselves and for our kids, I am grateful. We are lucky. We are happy. And we will not be the first ones to move.

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