I was in a reflective mood this morning as I was walking Matilda (my pet dingo) around the local neighborhood.
I have come to know many people from around here, It is a diverse neighborhood with many born from other parts of the world now settled here, most are friendly souls and well others, I am best to stay clear from. There are widows and widowers, divorcees, singles, married, and others just starting out in a relationship that live nearby.
Some are nurses, photographers, retired, office workers, sales people, computer experts, builders, and so forth, all living in the same area.
The houses are all so different, some are two even three stories high, others have a pool in the back yard, and some are long, whilst others are decorated to reflect that person’s personality. Of course there are a couple of blocks of units and not forgetting an elderly person’s villa.
Occasionally, some would gather at the front yard of one persons place and they would just chat for hours, discussing the news of the day, and yes there were those that just liked to gossip and talk in circles, but they were normally the ones that lived in the old persons villa.
The weather was strange too, took a lot of getting used to, one moment it was as hot as an oven with your roast in it, the next day the ground was white with snow, this often caused confusion as no one knew what one day would bring to the next.
Everyone seemed to call each other by their nicknames and no one cared, I’m not sure if I know any of their first names either, but in general, all seemed to have an enjoyable time being in this neighborhood.
There was no Saturday night dances to go to, it seemed most took it in turns of hosting a group of others so they could share a drink or two and spin some yarns (tell jokes). There would be a different host nearly every night. It was great learning about people and where they had come from and how their country was different.
There were those that would just listen to stories and not say much if anything at all. It was thought that with time they would share, but ought not to be rushed into it.
As with every neighborhood, there were those that would meet just to gossip and spread innuendos about others, talk behind the backs of some. And of course there are the complainers, the ones that complained about the cost of bread, fuel, some would even complain about the time of day. Governments and authority seemed to be complained about most, it wasn’t as if we were all in a different situation. The rules of the day affect us all.
It was in general a good high spirited neighborhood, although at times I have seen some who crossed the road just because they saw someone they didn’t like walking towards them. Then there were those who thought that they were well liked, when in fact they were not.
Still I guess every neighborhood is similar to mine, The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, Some funny, some not, Some elderly that need looking after, others that we hoped would move away, Some kind and generous, some wise, just a mixture of everything.
I guess I should call my neighborhood my home. BUT I don’t,
Home is where the heart belongs and my heart doesn't belong to this neighborhood.
What’s the name of my neighborhood?
Why it’s CS of course.
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and attribuites this to me. 
, but i will be here to give whatever help i can.
at the end of ur question would be appreciated.
but I don't agonize over those things for long.
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