I thought my time of dealing with cliques would end when I walked across the stage at my high school graduation. But here I am as an adult, living in a neighborhood full of cliques. You see, we live in what has been described as a hip, vibrant suburb of Detroit. There’s lots of young families and couples, our downtown is absolutely packed with bars and restaurants (there’s an official pub crawl each summer), and the town is regularly chosen as the most LGBT friendly in Michigan. So all signs point to the fact that we would move here, and instantly fall into a big group of interesting neighborhood friends who we would have backyard barbecues and progressive dinners with.