You and your newlywed wife have saved enough money to move out of an apartment and become first time homebuyers. Admittedly you are not very handy, so you convince your beloved to buy a house that’s move in ready, new construction.
It takes a little time, but you eventually find an affordable development that accommodates two main requirements. It’s located close to the train station, since you both commute a far distance to work, and it’s in a good school district for when kids enter the picture.
The new house is a twin design. It has a decent sized patch of grass for a front yard but practically no backyard. It also has a one car driveway but no garage. So, in terms of outdoor storage space, everyone has a small shed along the side of the house for the lawnmower and basic landscaping tools.
You make settlement, move in, and are completely satisfied. Life is good. But there’s one unanswered question. You are waiting for the house nextdoor to get its finishing touches and be sold, and you’re particularly anxious to see who you’ll be linked to.
The big day is here
After three months of no connected neighbors, the contractors have completed the job and the house settles. It’s moving in day, and the new people arrive, not bright and early as expected, but rather more like late afternoon.
They are in their twenties and have a whopping five kids, and all are under ten. You and your wife quickly run out to greet them before they start unloading the truck. And as hoped, they are friendly and down to earth.
Actually, it’s their calmness that comes as a surprise. Basically, five of anything is a lot nowadays, especially dependent little human beings. And just watching the excited youngsters run around in every direction, in and out of the house and up and down the truck ramp, you whisper to your wife, “I’d be gray by now.” She just smiles back but with no agreeable comment. Oh boy, you imagine what your dinner table will someday look like.
Anyhow, you and your wife don’t want to bother them with pleasantries on such a hectic day, so you say goodbye and promise to talk later.
While walking up your driveway, your wife’s head is on a swivel, looking up and down the street and back again at the truck. She stops in her tracks. You say, “What’s up?” She replies, “It’s just them. It’s a rental truck. No moving guys. And nobody is helping them.”
You don’t even get a chance to reply, when she abruptly turns to the couple and shouts, “Can we give you a hand?” They gasp, “Oh thank goodness, would you?”
You later discover, in order to save money, which is completely understandable with such a big family, they had decided against hiring professional movers. And unfortunately, since they’d come from another state to follow the husband’s job, explaining the late arrival, there were no friends or relatives nearby to help with the move.
An Impromptu block party breaks out
The rest of that Saturday was exhausting but lots of fun. Your wife was in her glory playing with the youngest kids and especially when holding the baby. Also, a neighbor from across the street saw you tackling the job and offered a hand, but first he ran to the beer store for refreshments. And another neighbor treated everyone to pizza. It was a great opportunity for multiple families to become acquainted.
What a great place to live. And going forward, this details the fortune of having genuinely nice neighbors, especially the ones you are joined with. You have barbecues together and celebrate kids birthdays. You have drinks late in the evening on holidays while the children sleep. Your wives become best friends, and you have a football buddy every Sunday.
what could possibly be the callemonit?
Well, it’s just one thing, and you’re not even sure if it’s a big deal. In a nutshell, your new neighbors don’t clean up after their children. It looks like a tornado has picked up a toy store and dropped it on both of your properties. It was cute for the first week or so, returning a red wagon full of action figures or punting a football over their van.
But now you and your wife are weary of the eyesore, and frustrated with straightening up the mess which overlaps onto your side. Bikes, tricycles, scooters, bats, balls, hockey sticks, you name it, and it ends up on your adjoined driveway. These toys have even found their way to your section of front lawn. You manicure your 400 square feet of earth with pride, and the effort is camouflaged with primary colors.
The whole toy situation has become a confusing topic in your house. One moment you appear fine with it, saying, “Honey, did you see me playing soccer with little Jack last night…” But then you act disappointed when you look outside in the morning, spotting the ball in your tulips.
And likewise, your wife sometimes seems understanding, saying, “That Suzie has such an imagination. I was coloring with her, and she told a precious story for every picture we did.” Of course later, she grumbles when she finds crayons in the mailbox and stuck in the storm drain.
On multiple occasions, Callemonit was seriously considered. A perfect opportunity would have been when your wife got out of the car to move a skateboard when you were pulling in the driveway. The new couple was just sitting there on lounge chairs, in limited space, drinking cocktails…but they were waving hello with such honest enthusiasm.
Or possibly when the husband walked over to greet you through the chalk drawings of flowers and fury monsters on your walkway…however, he had two beers in hand and was eager to reflect on the game. You love hashing out sports with him.
Essentially, you and your wife are apprehensive about confronting people you genuinely like. You don’t want to make a 180 degree turn around in the dynamic of your relationship.
What if the neighbors think you’re overreacting about the placement of kids toys, the very same toys that belong to children you think are awesome, children you enjoy playing with?
You feel the parents are being irresponsible about where the toys are left and in not instructing their kids about cleaning up. But is it possible they don’t even realize it bothers you? It obviously doesn’t bother them.
What’s your Callemonit advice for this young couple? Have you ever had a neighbor whose behavior had become unbearable? Did you Callemonit? Live with it? Move?