I think everyone dreams of a neighborhood where everyone knows your name (but no one stalks you). Certainly after living in an African village for two years I know that "community" can cut both ways.
So over the past year we've gotten to know the people in our immediate neighborhood, sort of. We say hi. Sometimes we cross paths at Ebenezer's Coffeehouse or at the library. It's nice but not too onerous. We haven't gotten to know anyone well enough to invite them over.
There's a corner store on the next block where we've often gone for various items, run by a chatty and kind Korean couple. I used to go there regularly. But then I stopped. I don't know why. MoBob still goes. He says that every time he's there they ask about me. I feel bad that I don't visit with them anymore. Then I don't go because I feel bad. Then as more time passes the more awkward it will be, and I feel worse. They can even tell if I'm in town or not because MoBob buys Diet Coke when I'm around.
I should go and say hi.