I have finally made the decision to move out of the “Hood” this spring. After eight years of watching the “Hood” go to hell in a handbasket it’s time to move elsewhere.
Elsewhere where my kids and grandkids can feel safe. The last couple of months have been interesting to say the least.
The woman who was arrested for Felony Child Abuse for hitting herÂ 5 year-oldÂ in the face with a belt – lived upstairs. I wasn’t surprised.
Couple of weeks ago, I pulled into my parking space as a twacked out girl was wandering around looking for her apartment. Honestly, I didn’t even know she lived in the building.
Around that same time, I was watching tv with my daughter while babysitting with my grandson when a guy tried to break-in through my livingroom window – we were sitting IN the livingroom at the time. I yelled at him and he non-chalantly walked away as though he wasn’t doing anything. I called the cops, the cops couldn’t find anyone. They asked the people outside if they saw anything – ummm…did they think it might have been one of the people outside? Probably not, but, I’m glad they came anyway, and they came in a relatively short period of time. For that I’m grateful. This could be inner-city New York where the cops come when they feel like it, or get around to it.
Ocassionally there is the aroma of marijuana wafting through the halls merrily intermingling with the Christmas wreath down the hall.
The laundry room. Now that’s an interesting place. Washers over-loaded so badly the whole front of the machine is shaken off. Coin slots being wrenched off for spending money. Just waiting for the clothes to be stolen.
Today, I had the pleasure of meeting three guys who parked their Lincoln in my spot while they dropped off their buddy. All wearing do rags and acting like bad asses.
Yep, time to start looking for a good neighborhood where life isn’t quite as adventurous or dangerous as this one seems to be getting.