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My two-door down neighbor is a child-sex offender. I learned it on the internets.

None-the-less we still plow out their drive-way, shovel up some around the doors and check on them in power outages - they're pretty old.

My husband and I bought our house in the same neighborhood that I grew up in. We specifically bought the house we did because it's a house that I played in as a kid and the sellers remembered me, hence why they accepted our offer. Some of our neighbors are still the same people that lived there when I was a kid. I'm related in some kind of Filipino Rick-rolled way to almost every Filipino in my neighborhood and I run into someone I know on a daily basis in the neighborhood.

They don't have to do that door-to-door thing like on teh TV?

Alas, I wish. Being in a Filipino family is both a blessing and a curse. Love the fact that whatever we need help with, whether it's someone to watch the kids for a weekend or just too lazy to cook so we can crash dinner somewhere, we can do it.

But at the same time, I also have no idea who has keys to my house and who is going to drop in on us at a moment's notice.