Day 11: That time I thought my old neighbor was my new neighbor. Awkward!

Our next-door neighbors had informed us that they were selling their home and gave us the exact moving date. Sad to see them go, but an opportunity to welcome the new people. I crafted the best welcome neighbor basket of goodies you have ever seen, including a note with our contact information.

A couple of days after their moving date, an unfamiliar guy was standing in front of their house. In my usual Forrest Gump waving to Lieutenant Dan fashion, I bolted out the door with the basket. I said, “Hi there! Are you my new neighbor?”

To my surprise, he said, “No, my parents still live here.”

I tell you, if I didn’t have this milk chocolate skin, I would have turned beet red.

Preteen Javier Jr. had grown into a man that I didn’t recognize. He informed me that the buyers backed out of the deal. I quickly removed the note and handed him the basket. I asked him to give it to his parents, and Forrest Gumped back to our house.

Awkward, right? LOL

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