Since we moved into this rental house back in March, the house across the street has been 'for sale by owner'. Sometimes the sign would come down and go up a few days later with different info on it, and occasionally we would see the homeowners show up to get something out of the garage. Being trapped by our own house, I had a certain amount of sympathy for the homeowners, but other than seeing them get something out of the garage every few weeks, I never got to know them.
A few weeks ago, the sign came down, and it looked like things might be happening occupant wise, but with hunting and work, I never saw anyone move in...for all I know, it could have been the family that had placed it on the market moving back in. I had heard from one of my neighbors that they had just moved in area. I thought maybe they are able to get out of their new place and move back into the old one.
Fast forward to last night, about 7:30. A knock on the door, which my wife answered. Turns out it was our new neighbors across the street bringing us a loaf of pumpkin bread to say 'hello'.
After making small talk on the front steps for a minute, my wife came back in, and looked at me. At that minute I think we both felt about this tall. New folks move into the neighborhood and bring us something, instead of us giving them something to welcome them. Heck...like I said, I wasn't even sure it WAS new neighbors.
I'm not usually intentionally rude, and I don't think we were in this case...I've just become increasingly used to a society where you don't make eye contact or stick your nose in...even if it's just to say hi.
Might be time to make up a pan of the wife's zucchini brownies to return the favor...