introduce yourself to your neighbors
Welcome to my building, my friends!
Where I live, there are 4 floors. 2 units per floor. So 8 units total.
I don’t know all my neighbors yet but so far, I can say I’m very lucky. All the ones I’ve met are lovely. A little note on each.
Roseanne has been living on the first floor for 40 years. Since her mom passed, 30 years ago, she lives with her dad and sister. Two days ago, her little dog died and she was very sad.
Two girls (maybe three) who are roommates share the same floor as Roseanne. One has a little Yorkshire and is pretty shy and from her natural elegance, I can tell that the other is a dancer.
On the second floor, there is an empty unit that’s been rented a week ago but nobody moved in yet.
Next to it, there is someone who’s been living here for more than 30 years. I couldn’t meet them because they weren’t home when I rang with Duderino and Duderina to introduce ourselves.
On my floor are me and my family and three roommates. I’ve met one of them, Marc and Duderina and Hubby have met another one, Jennie.
On the floor above -which is also the last floor- are three other roommates who love to party and are lovely, said Mrs Fis the neighbor next to them.
Mrs Fis is a lovely Cuban grandmother with a beautiful and singing accent. I wish mine was like hers.
When she moved here 40 years ago, she was pregnant and since then, she has grown three sons in the apartment she toured us yesterday.
Since her husband passed, her sons, who all live in the NY area wanted her to move in with them. But Mrs Fis couldn’t leave. She loves her place and her neighborhood. She has all she needs at walking distance: bakery, friends, shops…
Yesterday was my first day meeting her but she already adopted us and spoiled the kids: sodas, dolls, hugs…
I don’t know about you my friends, but meeting my neighbors, knowing that I can be here for them, that they can be here for me is highly self-care for me.
Even in big cities like New York, it’s comforting to see that humans are humans: social interdependent beings who need to interact, care and support each other to live well.
Neighbors are self-care.
PS: special thoughts for you Grandma Ann, the best neighbor of all and of all times. Sending you and Terry much love.
WHY IS IT SELF-CARE? “Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Harper Lee
MORE ABOUT THIS
If you haven’t read the following book yet, know that I envy you my friends.
The Yacoubian Building was written in 2002 by Alaa Al Aswany, an amazing Egyptian story teller and also doctor and activist.
The book was translated in 23 languages and beautifully relates the story of the (not so) ordinary inhabitants of the ten-floors luxurious Yacoubian building in Cairo.
More on The Yacoubian Building on Wikipedia.