The neighborhood where we live is fairly new.
When we bought our first house just one mile away from here, this current neighborhood was a big'ol field of nothingness. Not especially lovely, but not a dump, either. Just a ratty field with a broken down barn.
Then 'they' came and bulldozed it and started zoning and housify-ing the place.
We scooped up the bigger corner lot and had a house built on it.
I really like our home and anticipate staying here until we're ready to build the dream house out in the country.
Anyway, funny thing: every single neighbor on my side of the street is Caucasian.
Every single neighbor on the opposite side of the street is Asian.
Actually, one Caucasian neighbor on this side moved out and an Asian family moved in.
I really don't think it was in anyway intentional on anyones part. I mean, really, how could that be? The lots went up for sale, the houses went up for sale...luck of the draw, it has to be.
Asian families tend to live together generationally. There also tends to be visitors galore. I am constantly witnessing many comings and goings across the street.
On Saturday late afternoon early evening, the street was jam packed with cars. TONS of them. Lined the whole street both sides. We figured a Christmas party of some kind. But then the next day, Sunday, same thing. We squeezed our car in just to get to our driveway. And from the corner of their house I could see a big tented canopy type thing erected over their back deck. Completely sealed in with walls and everything (didn't get a picture of it, sorry).
A weekend Christmas party?
There was no loud music.
There were no obnoxious yelling late at night.
No thudding of car doors seemingly lasting forever.
Today is Monday. And I saw this truck. The side of it says Care Medical Equipment.
And I saw a man in scrubs take from the house a mattress. A guard rail. A special toilet. A walker.
I remember now seeing a wheelchair bound grandma being wheeled in and out every now and then. I had no idea she was ailing.
Generational living has the blessing of already being together when someone you love passes away. And whomever this grandma was, she was obviously loved by many people.
I'm glad I didn't have negative thoughts about all the cars this weekend.
I would have offered my driveway had I known.
(And because today is the day, Happy 16th Birthday to my cousin Zoe!)