Top 5 Signs...

you no longer live next door to Ron and Roxanne:

5) Each morning, promptly at 6:30am, you hear...nothing.

No car horns, no classic rock bellowing from a car stereo, and above all--no "Hannnaaahhh! Get yer butt out here yer gonna be late for school!"

4) The neighbor children have normal haircuts. And straight teeth.

3) When your nextdoor neighbor decides to get rid of an old swing set, he/she lists it on Craig'sList, ebay, the newspaper, what-have-you.

You don't come home from the grocery and see it sitting in their front lawn with a "Free--Please Take" sign.

2) When you return home on a Sunday afternoon/evening from a trip, your neighbors don't mysteriously wind up in their driveway two seconds after you get out of the car, peppering you with questions about your "time away".
And said neighbors don't give you that "you must think you some hot shot city slicker" sneer when you tell them bout your trip to D.C.
I'm just saying.

1) When you ask your neighbor boy what his parents' are cooking for dinner (because it smells so unbelievably good when you pull in the driveway), he informs you that his dad is making Ethiopian.

Yup.
That one did it.
Oh, and when I got big eyes and said..."Wow, I thought I smelled curry! Tell your dad that Brian and I are impressed!"....Ryan (neighbor boy) disappears inside and re-emerges five minutes later with a plate for us.

Guess that's why we suddenly found ourselves craving Indian food...next-day-curry-smell be damned, we're gettin our grub on.