That sounds awesome. Although yeah it could get annoying sometimes. My community is generally quiet, as everyone lives far away from each other. I don't have my friends come over often, maybe once every 2 months at best. Most of the people on my street are adults who are interested in things I'm not interested in at all. So I spend a lot of my time on the internet, as that is where I can find people who are interested in things I am into. I don't see myself every eating dinner with my neighbors, as I rarely talk to them. It would be like eating at a stranger's house basically. The neighbor that lives directly to the right of me has said something to me less than 10 times in the 7 years I've lived next to him. It's just a bit weird to think about.
Most of the people in my neighborhood are adults as well. In fact, the majority of the population where I live are the elderly, adults, parents, married couples, and little children. It's pretty rare to have people my age range in the neighborhood, but they don't talk to me much at all (gee, I wonder why?).
Lemme see here, more stories...oh yeah! I used to live in LA, and the neighborhood I used to live in was...lemme see, how to define it...sketchy. I remember no one was allowed to go out after dark because of the bad people that were outside. Anything left out would disappear the next day, and people were either in danger or the danger in the neighborhood. I remember I got bullied and beaten up a lot, during school and outside of school.
And then I moved east, and I found that the neighborhoods were actually very mild. There were a lot of kids my age (I lived there from ages 10-13)and they all helped out with us moving in. We became friends...I think? I dunno, to this day I still wonder if we were mutual friends or only I considered them so, because it seemed like they didn't want anything to do with me and I genuinely annoyed them. In fact, I remember playing with one of my friends (different from the ones that helped me move. He didn't help but was genuine. In fact, he gave me one of his DSs when he accidentally snapped mine in half) until I heard someone harassing us over the fence:
Me: Pokémon is awesome! I'm so glad you like it!
Good friend Ethan: Yeah, it's so cool!
Some kid over the fence: Hey what are you guys talking about?
Me: We're talking about Pokémon!
Some kid over the fence: Pokémon is stupid!
"Friend" Riley: Y'know what else is stupid? (he begins spelling my name out letter by letter, unaware that I was on the other side of the fence).
Me: Riley!
Riley: ...
They never showed their faces, but I could recognize the voice of a person I recognized as my friend.
Soon none of them wanted to be my friend. They weren't subtle about it, either. They'd make fun of me and kicked me out of their house, telling me never to come back.
In LA, I was abused physically by my neighbors, after I moved it was mentally. Luckily, we moved again, and this time the neighbors are actually pretty cool. People still wonder why I'm so reserved, but they either won't listen when I tell 'em my story, or don't believe me and think I'm just trying to get sympathy by exaggerating a story.
Sigh, guess some things never change.