It’s funny how all the things I don’t believe in seem to be true here. What is this “don’t talk to strangers”? Why can’t I just knock on the door outside mine and ask if they’d like to try a cookie? I’ve always used the best and non-poisoned ingredients after all.
People here seem to say hi when they pass you by or even wave an awkward wave. But I bet if I asked them if their foot was hurt, they’d ask me to come to church with them. It happened, these are the neighbours.
The people who are the nicest are the ones trying to sell you something. I’m always nice back because who knows if they need it on what could be a bad day for them.
I know, I know. Not very uplifting, but I do believe in a thing called humanity. I do have faith in the whole “Do unto others…” bit. I don’t feel “real” situations are even close to being real and I love imagining them in my perfect world.
So if you’re my neighbour (or even if you’re not) and your looking through this blog right now, say hi. Tell me you like the colour blue when there’s not a cloud in the sky or that you like your cookies fresh from the oven. Tell me you miss home and you wish things could be simpler again. Tell me you miss your tricycle, the one with the big wheel up front (my person did). Tell me all this and I’ll tell you that you’re my new best friend.