It hit me harder than I expected when our next-door neighbors the McNultys moved away earlier this month. They’d been here to welcome us when we moved in and now they’re in St. Louis.
Whenever their daughter Lily was out in their driveway my kids would almost always drop what they were doing to go play with her. It was really sweet to watch. When the grownups needed time away from the kids we would trade nights of kid-sitting. And we would gather around their chimnea to roast marshmallows on occasion.
Being the last house on a dead-end street definitely makes it tougher when your next-door neighbor moves away. I wish them well in their new city, though, and hope they visit here again soon.