There comes a time when a new owner of a home in a transitional neighborhood asks, “Have I gotten in over my head?” We hit this moment in our third month of living in our home. There was a crazy night and I will sum up the important details: there was a fight a few houses down the street. Multiple neighbors called the Richmond Police Department. The fight quickly died down, but, after twenty minutes of waiting, no police showed. My husband and I got tired of waiting around and left, as we had somewhere to be. We were one block away from our house and a cop pulled us over, asking what we were doing in our neighborhood. (I would like to note here that this police officer is not one from our district). Once we explained to him that we lived there, he let us go. Thirty minutes later, a neighbor called me to let me know that one of the people involved in the fight had left, come back with a gun, and shot someone at the house down the street. We have never quite had a night like this again, but it seems that the first warm weekend of spring usually allows for one crazy night in our neighborhood. But, compared to this couple just highlighted in the Times-Dispatch, I guess my experience pales.
What crazy “am I in over my head” moments have you had in your neighborhood?