Won't You Be My Neighbor?

This week and next week shall be noted as the Extended Weeks of Moving here at The Elms, and it's not just because Josh and I have been steadily shuttling loads of our stuff between here and the Townhouse. I've noticed a distinct exodus of people from our apartment complex, so much so that it is basically resembling the almost-emptiness in the parking lot that I noticed when we took the first pictures of where our apartment would be a year ago. I'm not complaining, though, since the emptiness is making it easier to secure cushy parking spots that make it easier to load up the car.

I was doing just that earlier this week when I passed by two of our newly-moved in, soon-to-be-former neighbors downstairs. So, apparently new leases are gradually being signed, and by the end of August, this place will fill back up again. Good for The Elms. At any rate, these two were just meeting each other. Both were Tech grads from years past and seemed really nice and friendly. What I want to know is: where were all of the friendly neighbors this whole past year? We had Brigid and Chris, the semi-mysterious young bro/sis or couple across the hall. We once held flowers for a girl next door, and the guys diagonally across from us left a computer outside their door for a week or so. But other than that, neighborly communications have been, well, dismal. It only seems natural that some more talkative people will move in as we leave. Our new landlord gave me a quick rundown of our neighbors at the townhouse, which include a couple of friendly Asian families, a young professional married couple, and some mysterious Neighborhood Antisocialites at the end of the block.

It remains to be seen whether any of these people will play a part in the Coors Park Era, but I think I'm going to make more of a concerted effort to at least meet them this time around.