(*day 21// write31days// are we there yet? )
We have new(ish) neighbors that I’ve been meaning to officially welcome to our street, but for many reasons (excuses, excuses), I just haven’t.
And it’s actually been on my list of things to finally do this month, because, well, I very much dislike knocking on people’s doors. Honestly, I kind of don’t like knocking on even my friend’s doors. I know, it’s kind of weird. I just don’t like that moment of nervousness that comes with it…
Am I here on the right day? Was I supposed to bring something? Should I have called first?
All those things run through my head.
But the hardest barrier for me to overcome with these particular neighbors is that I know the sweet momma doesn’t speak English. And it just makes me nervous not knowing how to communicate with her.
So yesterday, in a moment of brilliance, I decided to call up my long time neighbor and very dear friend, who speaks Spanish, to see if she could team up with me and go welcome the neighbors with me. And she was so enthusiastic and excited.
She brought down her children to play with mine in the front lawn, and I grabbed the freshly baked cookies and card and we crossed the street bravely and boldly, rang the doorbell, only to realize they weren’t home.
So tonight, we sit here eating chocolate chip cookies because we wouldn’t want them to go bad or anything.
We will definitely try again later this week. It’s not a lost forever opportunity, that’s for sure. But it’s just kinda hard when you get up the nerve to do something slightly uncomfortable, only to realize you’re going to have to get up the nerve again.
I was so looking forward to having the initial welcoming conversation behind me. But what can ya do? At least my friend and I had a nice conversation, enjoyed the cool breeze, I got to snuggle her beautiful baby, and the kids got to play like wild hooligans.
I do love my neighbors…and am eager to make new neighbors my friends.