I live in a big apartment house with tons of neighbors, but I barely interact with any of them. There is some cordial chit chat with a few who live on my floor; usually while waiting for the elevator. I don't know their names.
My best friend, and free-writing cohort, happens to be my neighbor, living just down the hall from me.
I remember living with Steve, on Senator Street, just a block away from Bliss Park, as we called it (really named Owl's Head Park). We had real neighbors there. Of course I cannot remember their names. But they visited us and gave us hot peppers from their garden. They were two gay guys, who made an unusual by harmonioius couple. One being a little dramatice and emotional, then the other who was more staid and logical. I enjoyed their company.
I imagine it would be nice to live in a neighborhood where you got to know many neighbors, but I think you almost have to be a home owner for that.