I live with my mom again. We have lived here for thirty years. And yet I only know a few of my neighbors. I'm only friendly with even less than that. And everywhere else I've lived I never got to know any of my neighbor's except one, and that's because they were already friends with my in laws. I'm not a very social person and am accustomed to spending most of my time alone so I really just never think of getting to know neighbors.

I remember my first apartment though, the guy across the hall was kind of a shut in. He was mentally ill, which I know because he used to randomly show up at my door to get me or my husband to open his meds for him because his hands shook too much. He was on klonopin and lithium, among others. I felt bad for him because he lived in complete squalor. One time he asked me to come over and set his alarm clock for him and his apartment was appalling. Trash everywhere, old pee and poop in a stand alone toilet (like a training toilet for toddlers but for adults). It was horrible. I felt so bad. I'm not sure what happened to him after the owner sold the building because the new landlord was a **** and no doubt hassled him for the condition of the place. He was the only neighbor I really knew. Everywhere else we lived we never got to know anyone.

I plan on buying a house in a few years In this neighborhood so I won't really have to get to know anyone new. Not that I would anyway lol.