When we know someone, we miss them when they're gone.
When we are known, we're missed when we're gone.
Imagine if our neighbourhoods were places of knowing and being known.
Places where we were missed.
Places we belong.
Where we belong because we live there.
Belonging and community are buzzwords these days, and are held up as attractive ideals for our lives. But let's not gloss over the cost of belonging, the cost of community. Let's not imagine that it comes for free, forms without deliberate action, is created on purpose.