The day before we closed on the house, after the formal walk-through, we were inside the place, considering where to place furniture when it arrives, when the doorbell rang. It was a guy named Larry and his two dogs, out for a walk. Larry wanted to introduce himself, find out where we were from, and tell us a little about the neighborhood. He offered to be available any time we might need to know something about the area or the neighborhood. And he assured us we will know ALL our neighbors. “That’s just the way it is here,” he said.
As we were leaving, we saw our next-door neighbors. She was checking the mail, he was doing yard-work. We stopped to introduce ourselves and they suggested we get together after we move in and get settled.
Part of the negotiations on the purchase of the house involved the seller paying for some repairs. The guy who owns the company doing the work stopped by yesterday to discuss the job and he, too, told us we can expect to know everyone. And he offered to be available should we need anything (as in repairs or renovation). “If I can’t do it, I can tell you who the good ones are who can,” he said, adding a warning that “some of the companies that work in here are in it strictly for the money and don’t do good work.”
This morning, we’re going to a newcomers’ coffee, a semi-monthly event intended to acquaint newcomers to the area and to let them know what to expect of live “in the Village.” Our friend, Carole, who’s a writer for the weekly newspaper, alerted us to the newcomers’ coffee and urged us to attend.
I’m not a very sociable guy, but the indications thus far suggest I might need to adjust. We are, after all, newcomers, and newcomers here are met with a welcoming attitude, it seems.