gigamatic

So, we moved into the Twilight Zone. Or, maybe, Wisteria Lane. I haven't yet decided which. Neighbors keep being neighborly, introducing themselves, welcoming us to the neighborhood, and sometimes bringing gifts. It is WEIRD. Seriously.

The neighbors in the cape next door are young, mid-30s, and have 2 dogs (wire-hair terriers, I think?) and we haven't seen much of them yet after I asked them Friday if they could move their car so we could pull the moving truck in front of the house. They have a walnut tree which keeps dropping nuts on our garage and cars.

The neighbors directly across from us in the tiny ranch are very friendly and older than our parents. I cant remember their names. They're nice, though, and have been there forever. I get the feeling the husband might be the "Bill" of the new neighborhood.

The neighbors next to them, in the first noteworthy tudor, are probably mid-40s, and are first-year empty-nesters. They have 2 kids in college. He works at OSU, and I can't remember where she works. He's into muscle cars, the Buckeyes, and beer. They moved into the neighborhood about the same time as our previous owners.

The neighbors 4 doors down on our side have 3 kids, 2 dogs, and a huge house. They brought us homemade muffins and a gift bag of moisturizers.

The neighbors on the other side of us are a young couple with kids who will be moving out soon, making way for their parents'. They have a wonderful back yard which makes me jealous.

Seriously, we moved onto Wisteria Lane. We're the outsiders with the deep dark secrets that they're all trying to figure out.