Full disclosure: This post is not- I repeat not – about the seminal 80’s/90’s boy band NKOTB nor is it about the juggernaut that is NKOTBSB. That being said I hope you’re still interested in this post.
It’s been just over one month since we moved into our new home in Ann Arbor and we’ve only met a handful of neighbours. The couple to our right seem very pleasant and stopped by the first week after we moved in to introduce themselves and the gentlemen across the street introduced himself to me on our moving day with a hearty, “Welcome to my neighbourhood.”
We live on a very quiet street and from what I’ve gathered we are quite literally the new kids on the block. Richard and I are not children by any stretch of the imagination but from what I’ve gathered the majority of neighbors on our street are older and have lived here for some time. Being surrounded by ‘legacy’ neighbours is not a bad thing but it’s not entirely a good thing either.
They’re nosy. Super nosy.
My Realtor Sara Maddock advised me that the best security system your home can have is a nosy neighbour but she forgot to tell me about all the unsolicited advise I will receive on my home. During my evening walk with my dog I met an older lady who lives on another street. What I thought would be a quick “Hello I’m Amber and I just moved in” turned into what I can only describe as an interrogation. In a sweet, but very direct way, she asked me every single detail about my life and our new house. When she found out that I bought the house with hedges out front she immediately advised me that everyone hates those hedges, especially when they grow over the sidewalk, and I should probably get rid of them. Oh, should I? My husband has been taking very good care of these hedges since we moved in so how’s about we let us live with them for a while and see how we take care of them before suggesting we bust out the chainsaw.
This isn’t the first I’ve heard about this infamous hedges. At the closing table the seller mentioned a local busy body who enjoys calling the city whenever they get “out of hand” (I’m thinking the lady I met this evening is that busy body) and the nice man next door, when hearing my husband muse about whether or not we should keep them, quickly offered his help if we did want to remove them. These full and luscious hedges will be the bane of my existence, I say!
I do not enjoy when people tell me what to do. I am extremely headstrong and if you’re adamant about something chances are I’m going to do the EXACT opposite. I’m not sure why I am this way, chalk it up to being a fiery redhead if you will. I don’t want to be a disagreeable neighbour so we’ll have to see how the Saga of the Hedges plays out but for now I’ll cross my fingers that the next person who approaches me on the street gives me a compliment about how well groomed the hedges are and that they’re happy to have us in the neighbourhood.
It’s tough being a NKOTB.