It was a blistering summer day when we moved to our new townhouse in the suburbs last year. It’s the kind of place where people watch out for one another and new neighbors come knocking just to say hi. There’s even a city park where boys play basketball until well after dark right across the street. For me, moving to a new neighborhood with a true sense of community was essential. I wanted my daughter to have the social connections that I did not have as the kid of a socially anxious parent who moved around a lot. Something put a damper in my excitement, though. The truth is, I’m socially anxious, too.