I've never really had neighbors, not in the true sense of the word. I grew up in the country where people mostly kept to themselves, and then shifted to college dorm life followed by a string of apartments in Chicago. The closest feeling of having neighbors happened that first year in the city, when my roommate/BFF fell for the boy next door (true story) and we went over to his place for pasta and Mad Men every week.
Fast forward almost ten years to living in a place I never thought I would married to a man I only dreamed of with a baby I didn't plan for. We bought a house on a cul-de-sac where the people who live next door do things like come over to say hello. And wave across the backyard fence. And bring personalized cookies as a welcome gift. And I'm amazed at the kindness of perfect strangers, and the fact that life tends to lead you exactly to where you need and want to be.