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I find this ironic as an introvert. I rarely interact with any of my neighbors since it was an apartment with constantly rotating rents. My apartment complex had more people than the rural town I grew up in. City living it's easy to be one of the faceless masses. My rural family loves to talk to and gossip about neighbors. They constantly run into people they know at the few stores they have.
Edit: City life can have close knit communities. But it seems more opt-in than forced.
Agreed, the only time in the past decade I’ve talked at length (more than 5 sec) to my apartment neighbors was when one of the moms got (understandably) very upset about catching a homeless guy jerking off in the apartment garage. Meanwhile in my tiny hometown you can’t go to the grocery store without people who knew your parents 20+ years ago trying to make conversation with you.
It's not that they're close knit or require getting to know anyone. It's that your sounds and smells are an involuntarily shared experience. You don't have to know your neighbors to know they're cooking fish, or having a party, or just fucking loud. And some portion of them are inconsiderate self absorbed assholes.
Your family loves to talk about the neighbors, because they have a choice, to go somewhere they can do that. It's not something they're forced to experience by proximity, so the opportunity is a treat.
I agree sounds and smells are more common in the city, but to me that isn't an issue with introversion since that isn't socializing? Seems more like sensory sensitivity, not introversion. Someone can have both of course.
I never knew my neighbors by sight or name in the apartments I lived in, but I knew a lot of them by sound and smell! Never learned a name, but i knew family issues, their dog's routine, when they smoked, when they got home late and drunk stumbling on the stairs. I was constantly overstimulated.
Now in a small house my kid plays with my neighbor's kid, and when we're gonna be too loud we text each other an explanation/ apology. I love my neighbors. We all rent for context, so it's not like we're kind because it's gonna be life long relationships or something.