All of a sudden I heard a huge commotion outside. So I pull the curtains back and do the snoopy neighbor thing and heard them start yelling at each other…and someone was yelling about heroin addiction…That made me go “what kind of neighborhood have I moved into?”
It seemed like everybody just wanted to stay inside and ignore the fact that other people lived around them. So that was probably the first indicator that this is probably not the friendliest, most opening, and welcoming neighborhood that I ‘ve ever lived in.
It didn’t seem like anybody willing to be a part a community. So it was like, when in Rome, do what everyone else is doing and stay to yourself. But I miss it. We really put a lot of heart into the house.
Nobody really wanted to come over. I actually had a friend who I invited to come to a party and her mom told her that she couldn’t come to my house for the party. Even though she was in her late twenties or early thirties…my mom came a couple of times and always made a big point to lock her car in front of me.
People always looked at me funny. “You live in the Hilltop?!”