There is a distinct difference between owning a home and renting. I am not talking rent vs. mortgage, but more the "who does the maintenance philosophy". When you rent, you call, 1-800-I-DIDN'T-BREAK-IT, but when you own, you get to troubleshoot your own mess and there's a good chance, you might not get it on the first try.
First lesson:
Our assumed knowledge that the cluster was going to take care of our front lawn mowing was quickly put in check when I came home one fine Tuesday to find that the entire neighborhood seemed to be conspiring against us to put us in our place as the news kids of the block. I walked up to the house and stopped, looked left, looked right and everyone seemed to have mowed the grass magically between 9-5pm. Hmm interesting. Turns out a lot of them are signed up for people to mow their grass for them, some mow when those guys mow and then there was us, apparently wishing fairies would mow ours. Time for a Home Depot trip asap. We bought a push reel mower and remedied that problem pronto. Neighborhood peer pressure is real and being nosy about people's yards seems completely natural now. Thankfully most people take care of them around here, but it's a kind of stress I had never known.
Second lesson:
On the trip to get the lawn mower, we decided we would finally change the door locks. You never know who has extra keys even with the previous owners living in FL. So we went ahead and bought a new lock and decided to install it the same night. This was a mistake. We started the project at 9pm thinking, a few screws and bada bing bada boom, DONE. Hahaha... Our new deadbolt was bigger than the old one, so we had to improvise on how to make that hole bigger as we did not have a chisel. We put another hole in the door for the fancy handle lock we bought and over an hour later, we put it all together and said, ok, we are done. Go to close the door, and what do you know? It doesn't close. Why? Because our silly storm door handle butts up to the new curved handle (not knob) we installed. I about lost it. It was pushing 10:30 and I was flipping out because we couldn't close our door. Rob improvised and removed the storm door handle so we could lock out house and go to bed. However, now we have a problem, do we remove the lock we put in (mind you we had to put an extra hole in the door for it) OR do we put more hole in the storm door to move the latch? Sigh... We were lucky enough to be able to swap the lock and the handle on the storm door and it all closes, just barely. My door wreath is actually provided just a centimeter of a buffer. Close enough. So, we will no longer start a project at 9pm and this is because all projects, no matter how seemingly simple they are are neither quick nor easy unless it's 9AM.
Third lesson:
We got a dehumidifier with the place and plugged it in to get it to start sucking out the many months of dampness that occurred from the last time it was plugged it. It's been going like a workhorse sucking out loads of water from the air. It feels much better in the basement, thanks to this machine, so generally we approve of it. Turns out we didn't put the bucket back totally one time and since we moved it to be near the sump pump (high point of basement), it created a bit of a stream that ran back to it's old resting place near the drain. DOH! Thankfully, this didn't happen for days and nothing was damaged despite the basement being loaded with a number of items waiting to go in the finished basement when the new carpet arrived. Sometimes things were done for a reason, if not always apparently to us. Sigh..
I am sure we will learn our fair share of lessons and it's nothing that you are really understand until you do own a home. Optimistic thoughts overrun any sense of reality and so you are just going to try and learn the hard way. Oh well. We are getting there and trying to have fun while we work.