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  Last night I was sitting in bed watching Property Virgins, a show about people who are going through the process of buying their first home. The couple on this episode was looking for a home with a large yard so as not to be too close to their neighbors, and from what I hear, this is an attractive feature for most people. I on the other hand, love being close to my neighbors. For those who don't know, we live in a town home and therefore, share a wall with our neighbors, and although I would love a big back yard and a garage, I  would never give up having close neighbors.
  I'm aware that not everyone is lucky enough to live in a neighborhood like mine, but I have been fortunate. This is the kind of place where everyone waves while driving by, and we all gather on the porch in the summer to eat watermelon and watch the kids play. I remember when we bought this house, the series of events that led us here convinced me that this was where we were supposed to be, and 4 years later, I'm even more convinced than ever.
  While my mom was here visiting a couple of months ago, we were in the kitchen cooking something and I realized that I was out of a particular ingredient, so I simply looked out the window to see which of my neighbors was home, made a phone call, and within two minutes, had my ingredient. My mom just smiled and said "Ah, to be in Utah again" (apparently this doesn't happen everywhere) I have also provided several of my neighbors with ingredients on any given evening.
  Yesterday Russ and I were talking about houses, he wants a bigger house and expressed frustration that because of the economy, our home value has dropped significantly and that we're "stuck" here. I'm sure we will move someday, perhaps when the housing market is better, but for now I am content, after all, what good is a big fancy house if you don't have great neighbors to sit on the porch with?
  In conclusion, I love where I live, and to all of my great neighbors who might be reading this, thanks for being the outstanding people that you are and feel free to come by anytime for a cup of sugar!

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  1. Oh and trust me, I will take you up on that sugar offer. It is definitely nice to feel like you can borrow from neighbors and to always see a friendly face. We've LOVED having you as neighbors, and we've taken you up on sugar offers and your husband's know-how. I'm afraid we don't offer much know-how, but we do love you guys!! While we are anxious for that bigger yard and a garage, we will miss you immensely when we move!

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  2. I've been thinking the same thing about our neighborhood... we are blessed. :)

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  3. Ditto! I love our neighborhood! We too some day would like a garage and a bigger yard but it will be a sad day when (or should I say IF) we ever move. :)

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