Moving to Louisville on Easter 2004 had no fanfare; lunch was courtesy of a Wendy’s drive-thru next to a suburban mall. However, the roughness of being an outsider in a new city wore off. For my five-plus years that followed in The Bluegrass State, I broke bread (and drink) with new neighbors (see photo below) on Spring Drive.
“The block of houses where you bought is somewhat famous for taking turns having big dinner parties,” said my realtor, as she handed me the keys to my new abode. She was correct; within days, I received the first invite for a soiree across the street. And, what I discovered was those to-dos were monthly affairs (not counting impromptu patio get-togethers). How lucky could I get?
It wasn’t just the social gatherings that made living there ideal. There was the love shown to me in countless ways like sending me home with leftovers, walking my dog or loaning gardening tools. How fortunate, that out of all the homes and neighborhoods in Kentucky’s largest city, I landed on Spring Drive.
Being the stranger in town back in 2004, I realized that the Universe had blessed me with this amazing collection of people. No two alike. Each bringing something wonderful and unique to the table (literally – as everyone had their food specialities too).
As Easter 2014 approaches, I fondly remember my Spring Drive brothers and sisters. They were my family in a city where I had none.
Love and light,