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Could You Be My Neighbor?

As I mentioned several weeks ago, Brian is voluntarily separating from the Air Force this fall, and we are in the process of looking for a job, looking for a house, and moving out of our current house here on Fort Leavenworth. In addition Brian is working longer hours this week while I’m wrangling a 2-, 3-, and 4-year-old in 90 degree heat with 337% humidity.

Anxiety cocktail, anyone?

[Why are there suddenly 3 kids in Katy’s house? Did I miss a blog post about that?]

I had a sudden bout of indigestion last week, and I’m certain it is from a combination of all I have to accomplish mixed with how little time I have devoted to prayer and Bible reading. This is something I plan to rectify immediately. Because, in my experience:

Anxiety = Busyness – Prayer

And speaking of busyness, I have already started to pack up our things in an effort to make our mid-August move a bit less stressful. We plan to move as much as we can on our own and let the Air Force’s contracted movers destroy the rest of it.


Kind of.

Thankfully, there are several families on our street who are just moving in, so I spent most of the day yesterday sifting through their recycling — with their permission, of course. I’m not a raccoon. Or a crazy person.

[Can we take a vote on that?]

Since I have already purchased most of the regular-sized boxes we need, I was on the hunt for wardrobe boxes, picture frame boxes, and packing paper.

It was like the world’s most boring treasure hunt. 

But my hours of digging probably saved us hundreds of dollars in materials — which we’ll then have to use to get me a year’s worth of massages when this is all over and my back is completely mangled.

When Brian came home for lunch yesterday, I asked him to run to our new neighbor’s house down the street and gather up some of the materials I rescued from their recycling bin. He did so, and as he put them into our garage, another neighbor of ours shouted to him from across the street.


Brian stood there puzzled for a moment and said, “Um . . . what?”

She repeated her greeting, “Welcome!”

Aware of her confusion, Brian said, “Yeah, I’m just moving these boxes . . . ”

It was at that point we suppose that she and her husband realized that we didn’t just move here and decided to make their way inside.

Let’s dissect this for a moment, shall we?

This couple lives diagonally across the street from us. We can see their house from our front door. We can smell their dinner from our front porch. Not only that, but we’ve lived here 2.5 years . . . and I’m pretty sure they’ve been here that entire time as well.

When Brian told me this story, several things went through my mind:

1) This poor woman just had a baby a month ago. So, she’s probably averaged about 3 hours of sleep per night for the past 4 months. She gets a pass.

2) Brian was in uniform. Just like every other man on our street.

3) Have we really been such awful introverts that our own neighbors don’t recognize us after two years?

4) If Brian went out of town with the kids, and I dropped dead, how long would it take for someone to find me?

We owe that last question to the many, many years I spent watching Law & Order reruns. 

Last night, as I thought about Brian’s conversation with our neighbor, I decided that we should make every effort to be better, more recognizable neighbors. So, I spent the rest of the evening making a homemade chocolate cake for the neighbors who let us rummage through their boxes. And then I proceeded to cut off half of it while it was still warm and stuff it down my gullet while I stood over the kitchen sink.

Baby steps.

Also, in an effort to make us more memorable neighbors, I plan to invest in an interesting doormat for our new house. You know, the house we haven’t found in the city we’re not sure we’re moving to yet. I get the feeling that the right doormat will make us more memorable and thereby increase our recognizability within the neighborhood.

Here are a few of my favorites:




In all seriousness I do plan to get to know our neighbors and leave the house a bit more often in our new location. Which means that our new location will hopefully have a bit less snow, fewer tornadoes, and fewer than 100 days over 100 degrees. 


There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.

Okay, y’all. Which doormat should we get?

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Comments to "Could You be My Neighbor?"

  1. Lisa Supple Turner

    June 24, 2014

    I think the ‘You’re not in Kansas Anymore’ one would be very fitting.

    Ps. Texas is fantastic, and there are so many job opportunities here. Let me know if we can help with your transition.


  2. Katy's Mama

    June 24, 2014

    Where did you find those doormats? I need to buy the first one, about being family for my back door. And I need to buy the one about the doorbell not working for my front door because my doorbell does not work. Those are great!!

  3. Stephanie W

    June 24, 2014

    I want the doorbell one! And yes, I know my neighbors–several houses in each direction and behind us. 🙂 In fairness, my sister is one of them. 🙂 And everyone has kids the same age. You should move here.

  4. Whitney

    June 24, 2014

    I vote the doorbell one….too cute! And I vote North Carolina as your destination of choice 🙂 as far as neighbors, I know every single one(especially close to the one on the right because they own the chick fil a in town and I love free chicken!) You know me, I would talk to a rock if it would talk back! Jason on the hand could not tell you the name of any of them!

  5. Kelly

    June 24, 2014

    Those are hilarious! I want the first one– that is so me! See you soon.

  6. Christy B

    June 25, 2014

    I’ve always wanted a doorbell….that’s the rug for me!! I’d invite you to Ohio, but…California is much more interesting.

  7. Terri

    June 25, 2014

    Katy’s momma, you need one that says “Watch out for the attack bird nesting in the mailbox.”

  8. Thalia M

    June 26, 2014

    I love the “Yell Ding Dong” doormat, but that’s just me. lol

  9. Monica

    June 26, 2014

    I so need the first one, but each one was special in it’s own way. Michigan would welcome you. Remember, we have that Island you love.

  10. Heather

    July 11, 2014

    I think part of it is the nature of our lives. I had my own slap of reality last week, when I became closer friends to the guy across the street from my mother-in-law (thanks to the fact that we both have 5yo boys) than I have my own neighbors in any of the past 5 places I’ve lived. Now, I wish I lived in town again so I could experience the “friendly neighborhood”
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