Last night was a rough one. I was up at 4am and was awake for about two hours... and it wasn't my kids that were keeping me up. As a mother, I could have handled crying children in the wee-hours, but last night it was something else.
I awoke to a horrible noise that sounded like a fan blowing or water running... loudly. It was coming from outside. After further investigations, we concluded that it was coming from the power plant on our street... there was a lot of smoke coming from it. We were concerned, so I called the police. They told me they were getting a lot of calls and were looking into it.
This morning, I went to my good friend Google to discover the answer to the source of the noise... turns out, it's the sound an emergency pressure-release valve makes when the internal pressure at the plant gets too high. Great. The power-plant in my backyard sounds super safe.
I'm not sure how I feel living so close to disaster. The worst part is that I was never told about the power plant before I bought the house and since it's not right on the street, you can't see it either. We had no idea until we went trekking through our woods after we moved in and stumbled upon a clearing with a huge power plant sitting in it. If I knew then what I know now about the location of my house, I would have never bought it. Boy, do I want to sell and move!! I wish the economy would come back so I can get off this street. :-/
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