I am really happy to hear that. I know one time, I found a really nice upstairs apartment. The front of the building it was upstairs, but the side and back of the building was main floor. When I first moved in, I didn't know there was a drug house across the street. Gun shots every night didn't help my ptsd at all. It took me a while before I could save up to get another place.I'm not living there any more.
At night, when the shoots would ring out, I would hit the deck and many times bullets would come flying through the living room walls. It was horrible. It was so good to get out of there.
I hate to sound really negative, but so many places in the world are just not safe any longer. The world is in sad shape. My heart goes out to those young people trying to raise children in this day and age. Between the cost of everything, and mothers having to work to pay for everything, and tempers raised by just about everyone, then toss in the fools who act out . . . I need to get back to my mountain.