A year or so later when I was ready to buy I looked at Brookfield and also a white collared community much farther west because it was close to where I worked. As luck would have it I found a condo/ townhouse in the alternate town. I liked it there but no one really talked to one another. It seemed to be competitive, a bit judgmental and I felt a little out place because I wasn’t married with two children and a chocolate lab. When I was ready to buy a house a few years ago I ignored the puzzled expressions and was determined to buy in Brookfield.
art courtesy of SerpentMadalas
I must say I absolutely love it here (if we leave property tax hikes out of the equation). It’s a walking community, I live 3 blocks from the train station and I spend most of my free time in my garden. As a result I get to meet and greet many of my neighbors. One day my mother was visiting. I popped out to the garden for minute and spoke with a few passersby and she happened to be by an open window. When I came into the house my mom said she overheard my conversations and with her eyes glistening with tears, “It’s so wonderful. You live is a real neighborhood, a community, I’m so happy for you.” She was right.
art courtesy of Catherine Holman
This has never been more evident than in the last few weeks. We have experienced many rain storms, sandwiched between parch dry periods. A few weeks ago when driving home from work I found myself stranded in my car is a rather deep puddle….okay…it was a pond... created by the storms pooling water. My car stalled in the middle and I was helpless. Within a few minutes a man came out of his home in cut offs and immediately began pushing me out. He got me 15 feet or so out, then another person came out and took over and pushed me the rest of the way out. These guys made sure I was okay and when I thanked them profusely they just shrugged and pointed to several other cars they had already helped out in the same way saying it was no big deal and the right thing to do. I can tell you now, if I lived in my previous neighborhood people would have been standing in their living room, in their freshly pressed trousers, pointing at me saying….”bummer, she’s going to have to call AAA”. As I waited for my car to dry out my neighbors called me several times to see if I was okay (and later picked me up because my car never started and later drove me back and forth to check on my car), people from the houses I had been pushed in front of came out several times to see if I needed anything.
art courtesy of Caroline Rose Art
This weekend we had yet another storm, the river crested and homes were flooding. Everyone was doing what they could to help one another, mainly it was emotional support. Luckily my house did not see any water inside…I directly border a flood zone but am not in it thank goodness. When I woke this morning to see the sun shining, the water receding and my neighbors picking up their neighbors debris from the storm and gently laying on their stoops and sidewalks I must admit, my eyes glistened I a said to myself “Liane, you are so lucky. You live in a real neighborhood, a community".