gratitude-a-thon day 832: neighborhood


It’s nice to live in a neighborhood. I just walked my dog and ran into two people and had two really nice conversations. That’s typical. But it is not wasted on me how really nice it is to feel a little bit Mr. Rogers about where you live.

I grew up in a small town where everybody knew each other, and although Brookline is a very different place, there is a small town feel to the part of it that I live in. While I am always droning on about the weather, and how we think about moving somewhere warmer, the connections I’ve made in this place would be impossible to ever replace.

See it’s filled with people my kids have grown up with, parents I’ve volunteered in school with, friends I’ve met who have become family, and a whole community with whom I’ve watched our children go from climbing the pirate ship at Emerson Park, to applying to college.  This is something special. Sharing the history of your life.