So, as it was getting dark I sat on my front step and ate a mango (after semi-unsuccessfully BBQ'ing my back yard). People started coming out of their houses, and I ended up talking with a couple people. Word's gotten out that I'm leaving. People wishing me luck and giving me good and horror stories about neighbors that have rented (the couple with kids who screamed and hit each other, the army officer who was never there, etc.). Thing is, it's tight living even though there's space. The one neighbor talked about the dog next door and how it drove him nuts. To the point where he bought the owners one of those bark collars, and now, amazingly enough the dog does not bark. It's nice - my little section of the street is pretty connected and people do get out. The 4 1/2 year old came up to me and said she was 4 and a half and next year she'd be 5 and a half - different way of counting the years! My 93-yo neighbor asks me if I'm doing the right thing every time I see her. I know she's worried, and I'll do the best I can to get a good tenant. I don't want the neighborhood to hate me, even if I do live across the country!
Meeting with one management company this weekend... so trying to move forward. Hope all have a great weekend!