People actually say hello here. Not with suspicion, but with a genuine nod and a smile. When I moved in, a lady from three doors down brought me a plate of homemade cookies. I didn’t even have a kettle yet.
There are actual local Facebook groups where people offer to lend you a lawnmower or ask if you’ve seen their cat. It’s not creepy; it’s community. You feel seen, not just like a face in a crowd.
You’ll quickly learn the local characters. The man who walks his dog in a tiny raincoat. The woman who power-walks while listening to opera. They become part of your daily story.
