I haven't really had much extended family my whole life. My dad's side of the family is nonexistent, while some issues have caused my mom's side to not be super close either. But one thing I think makes up for all of that is my neighbors.
I grew up on a small street of close-knit friends and family. They've been to more events than my extended family has -- this includes soccer games, graduation parties and even a comforting happy birthday wish. They have known me through childhood innocence, teenage angst and even the struggle of recently trying to understand who I am as an adult.
The kids on my block are not just the kids on my block, they are my best friends. They tease me and make fun of me like no one else but they treat me like family and have even reached out to me when I was really struggling with life.
Our nights making smores or playing manhunt have helped me have a place to call home. I guess the point of me saying all of this is to tell you that sometimes it's not the family you're born into -- sometimes your family finds you.
My neighbors in all respects are my family, and my life would not be complete without them.