Inspired. Wes and I met in a house on Lindsay Street in Carrboro, and we lived for more than five years in a classic Carrboro neighborhood, surrounded by funny neighbors. Now, of course, we live in the antithesis of Carrboro. And though we walk to the grocery store and to restaurants and to the gym and the UPS Store, I don’t think anyone’s making an “It’s Meadowmont!” rap anytime soon. In Carrboro, we regularly had potluck meals with our neighbors. Here, we cluck our tongues disapproving of our neighbors’ overgrown lawns.