It occurs on me how universal human nature is. You read through history lessons and discover how little we’ve changed. We compare your present neighborhood with the community we”re preparing to join, and we also see all the same people. The English-speaking expat community comes from all over the U.S. and Canada, so you’d think we’d be engaging with cultural differences even before we meet with people from Mexico and other countries. Midwesterners are so different than Jersey boys like me, I used to think. But people are people wherever you go.
For the last 20 years, we’ve lived in an enclave that has a mix of young professionals and empty nesters. We’re neither, although we were young professionals when we first moved in … people called us “the boys,” which isn’t a term I’ve heard lately. Our nest never included kids, so I guess you wouldn’t call us empty nesters, because there were no kids to fly the coop.
What does the Mérida expat enclave have in common with ours here in Connecticut?
The local library practically runs on community spirit. The local garden club built a reading garden. There are films and lectures, all organized by active retirees. Sound like any Mérida organization you’ve heard of?
Our Black Rock neighborhood Facebook group, organized after a prolonged power outage that followed storm Sandy so that we could report utility truck sightings, is a resource for anyone looking for used furniture, help finding a driver, or promote charitable events. When an administrator deleted some threads that she found objectionable, a renegade Facebook group started. The administrator there is more inclined to let the fur fly. One innocent post about a new mailman devolved in a day into an exchange of accusations. Bigot! Thief! Snoop! Sound like any message boards we know on the peninsula?
My neighbors probably drink a little too much, are passionate about their dogs, and love to gossip. They complain bitterly about the cable company, brag a little too much about their children, and go to art shows for the free wine. So will my new neighbors in Santa Ana.