I want a house. More then that, I just want out of this neighborhood. My Love's right; it's gone WAY downhill. Suddenly, we're living in the ghetto. The buildings are nice and we have a good amount of space and all, but... it's so... trashy now. Believe me, I'm not being snobby, it's really just a bad group of people that have taken over. Suddenly the tracks have landed and we're on the wrong side of them. My building is an episode of Jerry Springer. I'm not kidding. Ex-cons, babies running around without parents and without clothes, drop-down screaming fights as a regular event (complete with every obscenity in the book and the always-fun man-screaming-at-pregnant-girlfriend-threatening-to-kick-her-out-as-he-calls-her-a-btich sessions), people leaving their trash out on the public walkways and areas, empty beer bottles and cig butts EVERYWHERE - it's just gross and is making me really uncomfortable about being here alone all day long. It's just turning into a bad place to live. I think the complex has changed to like Section 8 housing - low income, government supported type thing. We still don't know when our lease is up, where we're going to move or how we're going to afford to move (let alone raise our rent because it will go up no matter what), but we do need to get out of here. It's just not a good place to be anymore and I don't want to be in the middle of it.
Ah well, wet hair needs to be blow-dried so I'll close this now before I get too bummed out.
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 10/6/2003 02:10:23 PM ~
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