I forgot to tell you the neighbors moved. Insert big sad-faced emoticon here.
It’s sort of great, really. Who doesn’t want friends with a little farmette? But, for real? I miss knocking on the door to borrow a lemon and ending up staying for dinner. I miss stealing their internet. I miss early morning coffee on the porch in our pjs. I miss looking from my kitchen window into theirs. I miss watching prime time tv with them. I miss late afternoon drinks, when we’d stand around on the sidewalk with no shoes, watching the baby run around in the yard.
It was months ago they left, but I am still really not used to the idea yet.