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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Be Mine.

We moved into our house just over two weeks ago and have accomplished quite a few important tasks on the move-in checklist.

Internet, electricity, and water are flowing like wine.

The boxes are unpacked and the furniture unloaded and I have come to terms with the fact that NOTHING from our charming 1930s Cape Cod works in our 1970s Modern. My Ebay/Craig's List store opens this week.

We've met with our architect several times and the plans for the renovation of said 1970s Modern have been aligned upon by the key stakeholders. This little project will probably be a series of posts that start out as "Dream Home" and devolve to "The Dust."

The one unchecked box reads, "Meet Your Neighbors."

On the day we moved in, I daydreamed about a Neighborhood Welcoming Committee that would shower us with casseroles for the first week. Eating a pizza amid boxes on Night 1, I realized this creepy slash utopian scenario was not to be.

"That's ok," I thought, "they are probably giving us time to get settled." Still no one came. So I started going over to them. I tried several times and thought I'd struck gold on one visit only to learn I had introduced myself to the cleaning lady.

We stuck our noses up at planned communities because we wanted to live in an authentic neighborhood and here we are, experiencing authentic neighbors who seem to not really care about the newest residents. The casserole clause in the planned community contract is lacking out on the real streets.

However, I will not be deterred. I want to know my neighbors by name and if I have to don a sweater jacket in 100 degree heat and ask them to be my neighbor via song, I'll do it.

8 comments:

  1. You know, my mother-in-law still greets new neighbors with a casserole and cookies, and I thought "oh that's quaint" -- but it really is sweet and thoughtful!! I need to do this more. :)

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    1. It is so thoughtful. I am going to from a cookie committee as we speak.

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  2. I know my neighbors and I often bake them cookies and pass them over the fence. They are older folks and I know that they appreciate the goodies! I agree, it's important to know your neighbors by name.

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    1. That is so nice! I am wishing you were on the other side of our fence right now.

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  3. I'm totally impressed how you've managed to move, throw your home together AND prep to attend BBC Dallas this weekend - wow! And thanks for your sweet comment - I'm glad to know I'm not alone in feeling anxious about leaving my little one behind, even if she is 2.5 :P

    Looking forward to meeting you!

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    1. I reminded my husband that he has the baby all day Saturday. He looked perplexed and said, "why?"

      This will be fascinating. Can't wait to meet you - I'll be there looking lost and confused, but less confused than my husband, I'm sure.

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  4. i'm curious why you think that because your new house is different from your old you have to sell the majority of your stuff and refurnish it with pieces that are similar in style. if you like the furniture you have, i say keep it. it'd be a whole lot easier to change accessories to match the house than buy new furniture. and cheaper, too.

    i'm glad you found picky and are following! and i look forward to meeting you this weekend (i'll be the one in the 12th man jersey) and learning more about you on your blog. thanks. :]

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  5. I prefer to drive to my destination so that is why I take cruises that begin and end in the same port. I hate to fly!!! and the worst part is not the plane but the #?#* airports and security.

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