Neighbors: a fictional approach10:25 AM
It is a truth universally acknowledged that neighbors suck. Our relationship with them range from hate (because of their pets, kids, music taste etc) to neutral cordiality (usually chit chat about the weather and how you've grown and - oh, my! did you see that article about that stomach reduction operation?).
On the best case scenario you don't even know who they are. This is what we've learn to consider as the reality of neighbors. But is it really?
The other day, I was coming back from a dreadful day at work and I saw in front of my building two of my neighbors. I noticed how they resembled characters from Jane Austen's Emma.
My neighbors are an older woman and her daughter - just like Mrs. and Miss Bates. I thought: "Now, if they are Mrs and Miss Bates, that would make me Emma."
So I played the part. I greeted them on a more than neutral way and they answered energeticaly too. Miss Bates commented on what a blessing it was to have a neighbor who plays the piano (that's my sister).
- Oh, I'm so glad you like it, we're so afraid it might get too loud. - I said
- No, not at all. We love it. It's so inspiring to be in our house and listen to her play. She's such an accomplished player.
- Thank you so much, that's very kind.
- We also have a piano, you know - that was the elderly Mrs Bates
- Really?! I didn't know.
- Yes, my daughter plays. but right now it is broken.
And so the conversation flowed until I reached my floor. I kept thinking "what a delightful encounter!" I guess it was the first time I was touched by a meeting with a neighbor. And I just know I have Jane Austen to thank for that.