Aaron’s word of inspiration this week is neighbor. And that’s the only time you’ll see it spelled in the American way haha.
It feels kind of weird now a days that you can live in a place for years and never really know your neighbours. It’s definitely a different time than when my parents were younger.
I have lived in Toronto for about 4.5 years now and only for about 6 months have I known my neighbours. And that was only because there was a pandemic and I became friends with the people in my old house who lived upstairs. In our misery over the Crazy that I shared the basement apartment, we formed a bond. And through them, I met the people who lived in the house beside ours.
They were nice neighbours too. The people who owned the house are a family of three. The dad is in construction, the mom I’m not sure and then a cute little four/five year old daughter. They also had a very big dog.
In the basement, a young couple, and their ADORABLE little wiener dog puppy. So cute. He was named after some rapper – Tunechie? It was adorable to say and he would come bounding over whenever you said it but I’m not sure who it refers to in real life.
Other than that, I didn’t know anyone else. And I don’t know my neighbours here either.
When I moved into the last place, Crazy said we weren’t roommates but neighbours. Which was just his way of saying that we were to have no interaction. He said we weren’t friends or anything else. Just neighbours. Which was totally fine because he’s Crazy, but then he would also basically hold me hostage in the kitchen talking and talking forever until I just walked away.
Aaron says it’s a “waving nicely to your neighbour” type of post so I won’t go any further into the Crazy haha.
Even the people I live with now. I know that I blog about them as Messy Girl, Boyfriend 2, Nice Girl and Quiet Girl. But that is legit how I know them. Messy Girl I know her name, but the other three no idea. And the other guy outside of the party room I know his name and we talk a bit. But the people who live in the lower levels I don’t know either. I’ve talked to one couple just because the breaker box is in their room and I’ve had to go into it and flip the breaker for the power in my room a few times. But that’s it. I also think that the environment in Toronto leads you not to talk to people or trust people.
I think it’s sad that we no longer know our neighbours. I never really knew neighbours growing up but like there were a few close neighbours. And of course, a few bad experiences. My parents grew up in a different time and my dad has made friends with lots of people who live around him over the last ten years in the house they live in.
Maybe when I move in the summer, I will be able to make friends with the new people who will live around me.
Are you friends with your neighbours? If how, how long have they been your neighbour? How close of a friendship to your have with them? Is it even possible to be close with neighbours in this society and after a pandemic?