Our Little Community: Amy on Community
I’ve written a post similar to this in my mind over and over. Waiting for it to be perfect. But from a different angle. We live in townhouses and have been here for seven or so years. Whenever I miss my privacy and long for some property to call my own I remember our little community. I think of the night I had a medical emergency and called a neighbor who was here to stay with Jake before I could hang up the phone. I laugh at the time I arrived home to find a different neighbor in my kitchen poking her head into my fridge looking for an egg. And the time I got stuck in traffic coming back from The City and called yet another neighbor to come and relieve the babysitter who had to get to class. And that photograph of all the kids from the night of the blackout a few years back. Everyone brought their food outside and someone turned on a grill. We ate and talked long past dark. It was weeks before Jake stopped asking if we could have another blackout. The stories go on and on. Maybe next year we’ll think about moving to a private house. Not yet. I need my little community and I’m not ready to give it up for any amount of grass to call my own.
