I'm a friendly person, and I will chit chat with one of our neighbors . . . but for the most part, the rest will get a wave and a smile but no conversation. There's a reason why.
When we first moved here, there was an older lady that lived next door. It was a NIGHTMARE. It's such a long story and I don't really feel like typing it all out, but she cussed my hubby out three times and yelled at us in our house from the street, was constantly disruptive and she did have a gun . . . and the final straw was when I was pregnant with Olivia and she saw me come outside with our dog. She was on her riding lawn mower, and was actually chanting/yelling "Die, baby, die. I hope your baby dies. Satan's going to take your baby." Needless to say, after that, we applied and were granted a restraining order. I do feel sorry for the woman now. She thought her husband that died right before we moved in was
D.B. Cooper (he hijacked a plane and parachuted out after getting ransom money from the FBI) . . . mainly because he told her on his deathbed he was. Dan Rather interviewed her, and she was constantly having metal detectors screen her yard. I really think she just went crazy after finding out her husband wasn't really who she thought he was. Our house was a vacant lot beside theirs, and she thought that part of the money was on our property. As much contact as we had with her, she never once told us about this. We found this out from another neighbor. Anyway, from everything I've read, her husband was ruled out as D.B. Cooper.
So you can see why I'm very reticent to become friendly with neighbors.