Have I mentioned how much I love the suburbs? I do.
The difference between city living and burb life is pretty substantial. In the city, I barely spoke to my neighbors. In the new neighborhood, they all speak to me. They drop off house plants and muffins. They wish you well. They play with your dogs. They offer lawnmowers and weedeaters. They talk to you in the rain. And they give you their home and cell phone numbers.
And did I mention they bring over muffins? Because they do.
And it’s wonderful. And now I’m hoping that the ladies will have some secret plan to take me under their wings and teach me everything they know about baking. Because let’s don’t kid ourselves, I want to be Donna Reed. I really do. But that will be our little secret. MMkay?
ps…I think I could get used to this.