Well, we had our first real homeowner issue Tuesday night. Whodathunk that, exactly one week after signing the paperwork, JB and I would be standing outside (in the RIDICULOUS cold) terrified our house was going to blow up? Long story short, we are fine and the house is fine. It just took a few fire fighters and a gentleman from the gas company doing readings for carbon monoxide to reassure us.
While the fire engine was outside. lights blinking away in the pitch black of 5:30 pm, a few neighbors stepped outside to “check the mail” or “shovel the driveway.” No one came up and outright asked what’s going on, but I guess Midwesterners are too formal for that. Where I’m from, someone would have probably walked right up to us, introduced themselves (and probably invited us inside their home to warm up). Once we got inside, they would have asked us a million questions about ourselves while simultaneously telling all the neighbors’ dirty secrets and offering us something to drink.
I was wondering when someone would notice the new young Black couple that just moved in. I think I have my answer now.