About a month ago my boyfriend (who I share a 1 bedroom apartment and a large collection of stuff with) and I came home to a post-it note on our apartment door. I assumed it was someone telling us we were too loud too late, or burned too much incense. Instead the note (see above) told us how great our Halloween decorations made them feel. Which in turn made us feel great too.
In the last week I walked out to our building’s entry way to check the mail and on top of the mailboxes sat a couple of books. I didn’t think much of it, checked the mail and went on with my life. Then they’ve continued to accumulate. Books of all types now sit on our mailboxes with new ones appearing and disappearing daily.
It dawned on me after a few days that whoever started this started a communal library for our building. A cute, unofficial, library where we can deposit books as needed and pick up new ones. All without words or notes or anything. Just the kindness of strangers.
It makes me smile thinking that everyone in the building probably sees this and possibly contributes to it. And it makes me smile that someone who lives in my building took the time to write a note about how nice our decorations were.
Even though we don’t hang out, or borrow flour and sugar from each other like it’s a 90s sitcom we still interact and respect each other. It’s nice to know that some relationships don’t need words. Just actions.