I’m a recent transplant, and I’m honestly relieved to leave the “neighborly” phoniness from whence I came. That said, this sounds like a you problem.

Our closest neighbor has a shooting range in his backyard. We sometimes drink beer and shoot skeet. I make bread for our other neighbor, and he shares from his garden and effectively has become my Vermont dad. Don’t move anywhere expecting to be welcomed with open arms based on some fantasy you have of a place. You’ll be welcomed when you demonstrate some grace and understanding of the space you’re moving to.