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January 25, 2012



I know it's probably a typo, but Parson, I am certain that you love across the street from your neighbors.

I've lived in three houses in two years (ah the joys of a housing allowance and rental, rather than a parsonage). In the first house, where we lived for two years, I never knew the names of the neighbors to my right, left, across the street, or anywhere else on my road. At the second house, where we lived for six months, the neighbors were abusive and cruel, called us names, insulted my mother and my kids, and were the primary reason we moved. In our current home, every neighbor on the street visited us the first week-- some the first day-- with cookies or wine or just a friendly hello, introduced themselves, and welcomed us to the neighborhood. Three houses. Only one home.

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