I have learned that living in Utah where your neighbors are also your ward members and schoolmates, people tend to drop by more often.
I think proximity allows us to be more open and casual here. In Texas, I wouldn’t think of dropping by a ward member’s house without calling first because who wants to drive 45 minutes to find nobody home? In Arizona, it was just too hot to try.
I need to get used to this more open way of living. I tend to change into my pajamas as soon as possible when I get home from church. I felt real triumph when somebody comes by and I’m not caught with paint in my hair or cooking broccoli. I marked the day when someone dropped by just after I baked brownies and the house smelled so good.
Today I spent all morning baking. With the smell of cookies and bread wafting through the house, I hoped that someone would come by. But they haven’t, so guess what? I’m going to be the unannounced neighbor and deliver this bread!
It is, after all, 12-12-12. I’m going to do something out of the ordinary to celebrate.