One popped his head over the fence and said hello a few weeks after I moved in, but other than that I don't even know what the others look like.
It seems I'm not the only one - a quick survey of the newsroom found most had little to do with their neighbours, bar the occasional wave - and we're generally a pretty friendly bunch.
Is it a sign of the times? Are we all too busy, too preoccupied with our own lives to worry about the people down the road?
I'm sure they are plenty of streets in Rotorua where the idyllic neighbourhood I remember from my childhood still exists - is it yours?
Today's story about the folk of Awatea Tce got me thinking. We don't have to go to the lengths of holding a street party, but maybe Neighbours Day is a good excuse to at least make a small effort.
How about we introduce ourselves to those we don't know yet, or have a chat the next time we meet at the letterbox? I think I'll give it a shot.