This is Country Living! (Neighbors)

Jenn and I live on the west side of Smithfield, Utah. We're far enough removed from the busy, hustle-and-bustle of city life, but still have modern conveniences of shopping, dining and entertainment nearby. We are surrounded by alfalfa fields, cattle, sandhill cranes, blue herons, owls, fox, coyote and any other variety of critters that provide the lifestyle I have always dreamed of.

I have always loved my neighbors in every place I have lived and that still holds true today. I need to make that statement, because this week's event may leave one to believe I may not like having neighbors at all. As a matter of fact, our neighbors invited us over for dinner on Friday and we spent several hours with them and had a very enjoyable time.

My work offers me enough perks I am provided with DoorDash gift cards each week. I work from home and sometimes the convenience of ordering a meal, delivered to the door, is a benefit.

Earlier this week, I placed an order for lunch and anxiously awaited for it to arrive. The doorbell rang, I opened the door and there stood an older gentleman who looked around, greeted me and said, "Oh my! This is country living to its finest."

I smiled, thanked him and said I love living here.

He looked around some more and then offered, "and you don't have too many neighbors nearby."

I casually replied, "no I don't." I then responded with words that stung both him and me.

"They've all learned to keep their distance!"

He looked up with a sad expression and said, "I guess I'll go then."

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