The best thing about my watermelon scheme is that I met that neighbor who I think will sit on the porch with me on a Friday night and sip on wine while we watch our children chalk up the sidewalks. She’s pretty cool and I’m looking forward to getting to know her.
I didn’t leave anything to chance. If I want to make friends and feel like I’m part of a community, then I have to put myself out there. The good ol’ days are gone; people are no longer going to knock on the door of a stranger who has moved in – even it the stranger is me.
Like I told my daughter, we have to be the gardeners and plant the seeds of friendships. Even if the seeds are watermelons.
Steal my watermelon idea the next time you PCS to a new neighborhood – because it works! Let’s make it a military spouse tradition!