There are 7 billion people on earth.
There are 319 million people living in the United States.
And there are 2 million people living in the Kansas City metropolitan area.
God, fate, karma, hell I don’t know – maybe even this blog itself has a mind of its own and made the world shrivel up to the size of a pea and next thing you know I’m living across the street from the brother of a guy I used to date.
We bought a house this weekend.
I say that sentence like it was a quick, drive-by decision. It was not.
Oh, I drove by. I drove by the house and cul-de-sac in question for months – night time, day time, weekends, middle of the week, 3 am. Stalking. Watching. Counting fire pits. Begging our realtor to stalk and send pictures while I was out of town. Drooling at the chicken parmesan one of the families made for the visiting in-laws.
I’m kidding, Scott. I have no idea if someone made chicken parmesan for the in-laws.
But I did chase down a woman walking her dog. I asked her opinion on the house and cul-de-sac in question.
Who lives on that street? How many kids? Perfect. Oh, really? The “fun” cul-de-sac? But define fun. People really wish they lived in that cul-de-sac? YOU wish you lived on that cul-de-sac? A Sporting KC player, huh. And tell me about that beer sign hanging from the deck of that one house, what’s that story? They lost a fantasy football bet with the cul-de-sac! Excellent! And how many K-Staters live on the cul-de-sac? Ok. Sold.
They say you can’t choose your neighbors. I sure tried. Without ever meeting them, I found my people. Scott found his dream home. Our kids found freedom to kick a soccer ball around with a professional soccer player. The weight was lifted. We found our happy.
We signed the papers. We are the new owners of the house on the cul-de-sac.
We admired the house we would soon be hauling our prized taxidermy into. I noticed the neighbors sitting outside. Of course my people would be outside, it was the first warm night of the year.
Me: Hi, my name is Julie! This is Emma and Kate. We just bought that house.
Man: Awww! NOOO! That was our party house!
Me: Ha! Party house, huh? …. Oh my God. Is your name Andy?
Me: Oh my God, I dated your brother. I met you when you were in high school. You probably don’t remember me. And actually, I met you too but you were Andy’s girlfriend at the time.
Man: I don’t know what’s going on but things just got really interesting on our street.
Me: Do you remember Scott Burton?
Me: I married him after your brother introduced us! Oh, he’s walking up the street now!
Andy: WHAT? SCOTT!
Scott: WHATTT! ANDY! What’s goin’ on, man?
Me: My stalking skills failed.
The group of men surrounded Scott. I chatted with the women. The kids jumped all over my kids. We said our goodbyes and told them we would be back soon. We took the kids out to eat in our new part of town.
Scott: What are you doing?
Me: Asking Lacey to be my Facebook friend.
Scott: Don’t be creepy.
Me: Well, you got Andy’s phone number. Am I being creepy?
Me: Oh. Friend request accepted! Yay!
Scott: Are you serious? That fast?
Me: Yeah, she’s my person now.
Out of 7 billion people on earth, I found my people.
They have no idea the blog just arrived at their doorstep.
Do you ever get the “It’s a Small World” song stuck in your head? Do you have a story that proves how small the world really is? Do you like a social neighborhood? Or do you like privacy? How are your stalking skills? Lacey is probably reading this.