Last year, when I moved into my condo, I was new to apartment living. In San Francisco, I’d inhabited “flats.” And for my first decade in Los Angeles, I lived in a free standing home. These days in my building, I bump into people in the elevator, at the mailbox, by the trash bin. We’re neighbors and also co-owners of common space, so there’s real incentive to be cordial. We have to work together to solve problems. A few days ago, we had a small fire in the garage and had to evacuate at midnight. (No real damage.) For a single person, it’s a marriage of strange bedfellows, and in a way, it keeps me limber. How do you get along with your neighbors?
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