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Jane NextDoor

My new name.

In August, I moved. I moved to an apartment with a view; described by one local amateur thespian as ‘Not a location, but a destination, darling!’ I didn’t just arrive here, I was absorbed. My default detachment setting was over-ridden. The neighbourhood took me in, gave me flowers, wine (lots of wine, it’s Wivenhoe), conversation and a sense of community.

Four months later, I remain centre stage at a waterside theatre; the winter stalls filled by fishing boats, cyclists, walkers, runners, dogs and their humans. This week, I exchanged Christmas gifts with neighbours and so discovered my new name. NextDoor is where I am (even if they live in the next street).

5 replies on “Jane NextDoor”

Aww, I love it and the penmanship!!! Spectacular! It’s great that there’s connectivity between you and your neighbors. That’s a blessing.

Thank you! The writer is a professional artist and it clearly shows. That connectivity is truly a blessing – especially in such difficult times.

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