At a dinner party last night where about half of the people in the room had recently moved, the subject of introducing yourself to new neighbors came up. We all agreed in New York City it’s expected that you won’t become friendly with your neighbors, and even making the effort to introduce yourself can be met with cool hostility. Sam and I only have one neighbor, and while he was very nice on the day we moved in, we haven’t run into him since! We seem to be on opposite schedules.
It’s so different here than where I grew up, where in both of my childhood houses we became close friends with our neighbors – swapping cooking ingredients, cars, keys, and kids to varying degrees as needed. That particular brand of relationship seems to be lost in a city where most people have tons of neighbors and everyone moves all the time. What do you think? How much of an effort to you make to get to know your neighbors?
P.S. How true is this hilarious article from the Onion? When I lived in my last apartment (with upstairs neighbors who jumped into my backyard to avoid the police) I routinely waited just inside our door to avoid crossing paths.