The Great Neighborhood Gathering That Never Was (Yet)

 

I have a dream. Not the kind that changes the world. The kind that changes the block. 

I want to gather my neighbors together regularly, create the kind of cozy, casual, chip-and-dip-fueled fellowship that makes sitcoms feel so charming. I want porch laughs, spontaneous potlucks, and debates over whether Sharon down the street actually waters her lawn at 2 a.m. or if that’s just a neighborhood myth.

And yet, I don’t.

Because I’m tired. So, so tired.

The idea strikes me at the most inconvenient times—usually when I’m cleaning out the garage or scrolling social media and seeing neighbors in a cul-de-sac dancing in perfect choreographed harmony. 

“Why not us?” I whisper, feeling momentarily inspired. “Why not tacos and trivia in the driveway?” The dream glimmers like a mosquito zapper on a summer night.

Then, reality: I have to work.

I have to feed people (again).

Also, I haven’t folded the laundry in months.

My intentions are gold-plated. I draft texts in my mind: “Hey everyone! Thinking about hosting a little get-together this Saturday night! Drinks? Laughter? A vague sense of community responsibility?” But before I can hit send, the inner saboteur takes over.

Inner Voice, a.k.a. Me vs. Me:

“Do you really want to clean the bathroom for guests?”

“You’ll have to talk to all the people.”

“What if you run out of guacamole and become that house?”

So I stall. I wait for the perfect moment, which I’m starting to suspect doesn’t exist outside Hallmark movies or those weird neighborhoods with functioning block captains.

I once saw my neighbor taking out her recycling, and we shared a warm, hopeful wave. I almost said, “Hey, we should all get together sometime!” But then I remembered I was wearing pajama pants and one flip-flop. So I panicked and blurted, “Nice… cans!” while pointing to her recycling bin.

We have not spoken since.

I still want it, though. I want to create something beautiful on this street that isn’t just a creatively parked RV. I want the kind of neighborhood where you can borrow sugar, or at least know someone’s name other than “Guy Who Owns the Loud Leaf Blower.”

So here’s my pledge: I will host something. Maybe not today. Maybe not this month. But someday—after a nap and possibly once I’ve located my other flip-flop—I will gather my neighbors.

And it will be glorious.

Or at the very least, there will be chips.


Written by David L. Burton

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