I got lucky when I immediately hit it off with my new neighbor.
The couple that was living in the house prior were never nice to me, even after repeated attempts on my part to strike up a friendship.
They both worked late hours and would rarely leave their house when they were not at their jobs. We had one issue when they called to report another neighbor for leaving trash in their front yard, but they gave the city my address instead of the correct one. They both saw me questioned by the city police in my front yard, trying to discreetly look out their living room window. I glared and made eye contact for a few seconds before finishing my explanation for the police. From that point on, I never spoke to either of them again. When I heard from another neighbor that the couple was finally moving out, I breathed a sigh of relief. I made a pact with myself that I would try to strike up a friendship with my new neighbor. The following week the man who looked no older than 35 pulled up with his large moving truck. I invited him to have a beer and watch a game whenever he was available. Now we’re great friends and I have started exchanging cooking for handyman work. He used to work in the heating and cooling industry before he moved into installing telecommunication lines. Instead of paying extra to have a random HVAC technician visit my house each time, I have my neighbor do all of the necessary maintenance in exchange for a few meals and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. It’s a great arrangement that we have going on here.