Three years ago, when the moving trucks pulled up to our house here in Pittsburgh, I had no idea who the people were inside the other houses on our street.
I, of course, hoped they would be good neighbors, but I never could have imagined they would all become like family.
Street-wide backyard BBQs.
Driveway lawn-chair chats on summer nights.
Fire pits where any kid in the neighborhood could come get a S’more.
It wasn’t long before we realized we had hit the neighborhood jackpot and gained a whole other family.
But when March 2020 hit, I realized that all the ways we connected leading up to that time would pale in comparison to the network of support we were about to be for each other.Continue reading