What a sweetheart!
Erin, even though I'm in town, I'm on a very quiet street. I don't hear anything when I'm in my apartment. You wouldn't even know there was a family with children downstairs. Either they're never home, or they're exceptionally quiet. I'm very self-conscious about walking across my floor for fear I sound like an elephant stomping through. But there's very little traffic. It's the kind of street where kids run across to each others places all the time, so it's something else for me to think about as I drive through. For all that it's quiet, there is a lot of poverty all around me. Everyone seems nice, but I'm not taking any chances. For the first time ever, I'm locking my doors and alarming my car every time I leave it. I'm not afraid, but it's the kind of area where if I have 50 cents in my center console and the door was unlocked, they'd take it.