Last May, I moved into a new home. Well, it was new to me. A 1960s brick colonial in Royal Oak. As soon as we walked into the house, we fell in the love with the layout. Great flow! But that wouldn’t have mattered if we didn’t love the neighborhood. Luckily, it’s a charming little enclave at the most northwestern edge of the city, filled with a mix of brick colonials like mine, Tudors and ranches. Practically every house is a little different and the streets are lined with big trees. In short, it was my kind of neighborhood, the sort where I instantly imagined kids parading down the street in Halloween costumes, marching up my driveway and onto my pumpkin-lined porch to trick or treat.