You know when you get new neighbors and then after a certain amount of time passes, it would be awkward to go over and finally meet them after x days/x months?

WEll, those days/months turned into 3 years, and last weekend we finally met them. It was kinda awkward for us to just waltz over and meet a houseful of bachelors. I didn't want to look to dorky, Like a 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' here's you a homemade cake,"Nice to meet ya." I mean we are all in different chapters of early adulthood. They are still into partying down, and we are settled, responsible with a kid type, staying up to watch David Letterman is late/wild for us.

Anyway, One of the housemates came over for some reason, and it was really nice to finally meet them.

They offered to help us anytime, as one is an EMT/Fireman. Kinda nice to know we have someone else watching our back on our street.

I found out some things about our newest neighbor that is a little unsettling. She just got out of rehab, and not the kind stroke survivors get out of.

Okay, I am home all day and notice cars after cars drive up, get out, and they are all scary looking,' up to no good type'. I suspected her her being a little wild, as I could smell someone blazing up in her back yard one night.

It is really a little it unsettling to know what else usually goes with drug users. And that being right beside our home.

But you can't pick your neighbors, can you? Our old ones that moved last summer really spoiled us.

~Amy