The new neighborhood

We only moved about half a mile, but it's like living in a different town. Before the move, I used to walk down our current street and fantasize about living here... and then my little dream bubble would pop as I walked back to my own block, dodging giant trucks backing across the road, bikers revving their motorcycles, hearses parked on the sidewalk, fire trucks zooming down the narrow street with sirens blaring, and the ever-present trash that blew across our old neighborhood like tumbleweed.

The new neighborhood is quiet and green and leafy. When we see our neighbors outside, they stop and say hello and sometimes pass on neighborhood gossip. On trash day, everyone puts a lid on their trash can or securely closes up their bags!

I like our new house. But I love our new neighborhood.