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Anonymous wrote:I've lived in four states, and nobody has ever done that for me when moving in, so I'd be shocked. Hopefully smoother than they were, but shocked.
That is sad. I once cooked an entire dinner for a new neighbor moving in. She looked to be about to give birth at any moment and it was hotter than hades. I also brought them (And the movers ice water and iced tea.) Sorry you don't have nice neighbors.
I think my neighbors are perfectly nice. I have no idea who they are - lived here four years. Don't even know when a neighbor moves in or out. Nice means different things to different people. Sometimes it means bringing baked goods and welcoming someone to the neighborhood and sometimes it means giving people space and privacy.
Space and privacy are one thing; having "no idea who they are" after four years doesn't sound very neighborly. I'd be curious to hear your description of "being nice" to a neighbor. In our 50 year old neighborhood that has people of just about all ages, we don't intrude but certainly wave when walking, know each others' names, assist in an emergency, have a few neighborhood get-togethers each year, etc.
Okay. I don't live in the suburbs. I live in a city, on one of those blocks you wouldn't feel safe walking along at night if you were alone. This is an apartment building, not a house. There are emergencies here fairly often I assume, based on how often I see blood all over the hallways and stairs, a stretcher in the "lobby" or EMT people outside. Nobody here waves, except maybe a toddler or little kid. I recognize one neighbor - we've run into each other at a bus stop, and we smiled at each other and said hi and bye, but don't really talk. I don't know her name. There are certainly no neighborhood get-togethers - I ... can't even imagine.
BTW, I grew up in the suburbs, in a house in an upper-middle class neighborhood. No neighbors ever assisted in emergencies and again, there were never any neighborhood get-togethers. Oh wait, one time I didn't have a key when I came home and needed the bathroom - our next door neighbor let me in to use theirs and then I awkwardly sat on their couch while he watched the Oliver North trials.
To me, being nice is holding the door, offering to help carry something heavy up or down the stairs, letting someone else go first on the stairs, etc. When I see really young kids playing in the hallway alone I always ask if their parents know where they are, just to make sure. Hey and here's a fun fact - across the board, the non-white people in my building are nicer than the whites (I'm white).