When the pandemic started I felt sorry for those who had a birthday. But the pandemic kept going and gave the gift of a birthday to all of us (lucky enough to survive so far which I don’t take lightly). Another day I”ll post about how I changed birthday plans due to a neighbor who seemed to take the pandemic lightly but for now I”ll talk about the fun birthday I had.
It ended up being a long weekend event. The real day I spent with my sister and my children at her house about an hour away. The next day my next door neighbor brought me out to lunch in an outdoor patio so we felt safe. Then, on Sunday, another neighbor invited everyone for cake on her front porch so many though that was my real birthday.
I felt like cohousing was the best. All these friends and celebrations. Earlier, a wife pulled off a surprise party for her husband in the common area with a movie outdoors. Hearing so many neighbors sing happy birthday I knew I made the right decision to move to c0-housing. Outdoor parties meant covid protection. It all seemed like a real caring community.
One neighbor even knocked on my door after dark just to wish me a happy birthday and literally said “I”m glad you were born”.
The next day half of the neighborhood wished the opposite.
They were angry to have bought me a birthday cake, to have brought me to lunch. All of it. They missed the memo of friendship that that is how society and friendship works. I had no idea their relationships were conditional and when I crossed a co-housing line, they wanted to erase all my footsteps of existence.
So, cohousing pandemic birthday seemed a success but like all of 2020, it ended up a disaster.