Love Thy Neighbor?

When purchasing or building a home, many people try to choose a neighborhood that they find desirable. Ever hear the term-location, location, location? But what does that mean?

Does that mean a particular amount of acreage between homes? Does that mean a quicker commute to work and more access to shopping areas? I suppose that could mean many different things.

Some people move forward with the purchase of a home strictly on the home itself as long as they believe it is an “acceptable” neighborhood fit for their family’s needs.

Consider this-what if you found what you felt was your dream home in a suitable neighborhood and then you were all moved in to come to find out, the neighbors are not so desirable?

This could have a devastating effect on your life.

Homes are our personal space. Memories are made and children are raised. For these reasons be aware of just what you’re getting into and who you will be facing every day when you pull into that driveway.

I’ve lived in some neighborhoods that I would consider desirable and “acceptable” and then less than a year ago, I moved.

My eyes have been opened to what a great neighborhood I live in. Yes, I love the house. Yes, I love the location. But most of all, I found I have great neighbors and this sure does make life sweeter than I ever imagined.

To me, this kind of unity among neighbors is irreplaceable. Children from ages five to young adults and they all get along. The kids have stayed overnight with each other and get involved in community activities together, even though several of them attend different schools.

Recently, they all even pitched in and built a tree house together in one neighbor’s backyard. Everyone watches out for each other. We have had neighborhood gatherings and everyone joins in the fun. You can be sure to have a friendly chat or welcomed wave from any neighbor on that street on any given day. We even have alaugh, poking fun at each other from time to time.

For instance, there’s my good neighbor, Scott Blass, who yells across his lawn for me to “pick up the pace” when I’m out for a job or imitates my run. One thing I know is if my car ever breaks down, I’ve got a ride to work.

There’s my friend, Audrey, across the street that is not only one of the kindest women I have ever met, but she brings my Avon right to my doorstep.

The list goes on and on.

I recognized almost immediately what good people I surrounded my family with and for that I am particularly grateful.

So, if you find yourself making a decision of this magnitude, do your homework. Find a realtor that knows you and your family and the people around the homes they show you.

After all, HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS or where it should be.

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