It's been a month now since I moved to Andover, and I am loving it. My neighbors seem nice, the neighborhood itself is pretty peaceful and the house is great; the only problem is, I'm currently flying solo.
I spend a lot of nights laying awake wondering "what's that sound," "is someone upstairs," and "OMG, are those mice that I hear?" It's laughable, but having a big house all to yourself can be quite nerve racking, especially when there's signs of someone being there when you were gone.