If I had to have a shot of tequila every time someone mentioned â€œKatrina,â€ well lets just say I would be so liquored up that I could not find my laptop! I have had an enormously warm welcome from all my neighbors. I already have a small Rolodex of phone numbers, in case I need anything. This neighborhood is mixed with retirees and families. Iâ€™ve already got the lowdown on which houses were hit hardest. This subdivision is very woodsy, so many trees came down on houses & then they were partially ruined from water damage as a result of that.
My gut instinct is that they all became â€œbetterâ€ neighbors after the hurricane. It seems they realized they needed to help each other & lean on each other. Some houses even became the 5:00 happy hour havens. As a military vagabond family, who never lived near â€œfamily,â€ this is such a pleasant surprise. You see, when you move or (PCS permanent change of station), to a military community, you have instant bonding with your neighbors. They are all in the same â€œboatâ€ as you & you donâ€™t hesitate to pass out your new number or borrow a cup of sugar.
I feel we may have found our â€œforeverâ€ landing spot. We all fit right in and have already been invited over to the neighborâ€™s â€œbarâ€ that opens at 5:00 each day. It is not about the alcohol either, it is the, relax, pour yourself a glass of wine and get to know us attitude. Sorry Oklahoma, though I leave behind some fond memories, it is the general attitude I can already see that makes this want to be my permanent home. I donâ€™t seem to be measured by â€œwhich churchâ€ I attend, but that I am a neighbor & neighbors help neighbors.
Maybe I need to roll out the bar and welcome everyone over to unpack my boxes!!!