Hug the neighborhood

I needed a less selfish reason for connecting with the neighbors.

By Toni Wengler

We lived in a great neighborhood. People had become good friends, and the children all played together. You could count on the neighbors to be there for you, especially in times of need. We were like an extended family.

Then, we moved.

The new neighborhood was lovely and had children of various ages. Eager to make friends, I introduced myself around. People were cordial—at best. When I said hello to the kids, they simply stared. No one appeared to be interested in making new friends. Frankly, they didn't seem to care much about each other, much less about newcomers.

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