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born into community.


As a blogger, Bostonian, community manager, and human, I feel like I have so many different views of community. And I’m so lucky to have so many different communities interspersed in so many different areas of my life. But the most important community is and has always been that of family.

At the beginning of this year, my sister and brother-in-law moved right down the street from me. Literally, a 4 minute walk away. And while my sister and I have always been “close,” we’ve never lived near each other as adults. And though I’ve lived in Boston for 5 years without her, there’s something so comforting about knowing my big sister is just a couple blocks away.

I still often forget they’re living so close. But then I’ll get a phone call or a text saying, “wanna come over?” and it’s like “oh yeah, we can do that!” Between my boyfriend, sister, brother-in-law, it’s like we have our own little community. And while yes, we kinda have to love each other, we don’t actually have to like each other. And the older I get, the more I appreciate that we do.

And without the community of family, I have no idea who I’d be (of course, my parents are included in that community, too).


Wait. I said “sister,” not “Sister Wives.” That’s a whooole different kinda community.


OK, fine. That’s Community, too (The NBC show I sometimes find funny). Ugh.

This post was in response to #reverb10 day 7, with prompt: Community. Where have you discovered community, online or otherwise, in 2010?

One Response to “born into community.”

  1. Susan Says:

    This post was so sweet. I wish my sister lived near me!

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