One of the things about living alone is that it’s sometimes sad that
no one greets you at the end of your day. Except that wasn’t the case
when I lived in the Atrium Village in Chicago. I loved my neighbors.
The feeling was mutual.
It was such a joy to come home each day and be greeted by hugs.
Upon my departure, they invited me to their apartment for a pizza party.
I will miss my budding rock stars- I was often treated to special performances.
What would this life be without the laughter and love of neighbors?