As many of you know, my husband and I have been living in the ghetto for the last couple of years after our careers took a nosedive in the wake of the changing economy.
Things are okay...we have a roof over our heads and fantastic soil here. Our neighbors don't complain about our chickens (probably because we don't complain about theirs LOL), and we have fantastic soil here and have been able to have abundant gardens for a couple of years now. But living in the ghetto is hard. There are working families on our block, but there are hookers 3 blocks away and a homeless shelter (which is always full) just up the road. There are drug dealers, pimps, tweakers, thieves, and just general bad people around us of all colors, shapes, sizes, and backgrounds. I cannot judge anyone who finds themselves living in the ghetto--after all, I've found myself living here, too.
That being said, we try to be a positive influence on our block. We planted flowers in the beds out front and at least TRY to take care of the yard, and our house doesn't LOOK like a rental (well, most of the time ... hehehee, we're not perfect).
We hear gunfire every weekend. I don't think we've ever had a Friday or Saturday night since we've moved here that there wasn't a law enforcement vehicle or emergency vehicle of some type zooming past our house. There are always "ghetto birds" (police helicopters) chasing bad guys through our neighborhood. And I feel for these people... it's not an easy life, let me tell you, to live here. But we are getting out. Our landlords are actually selling our house, and we have to move. We found a WONDERFUL place in the mountains & are moving in a week or two and are happy to be moving out of here.
Last night, we had an incident here at our little ghetto bungalow that left me feeling so guilty, I thought I would die.
About 9:30, a woman knocked on the door. We hadn't seen her before. She was crying, cold, and begging for help. She was homeless and had gone down to the shelter & they were full and had to turn her away. We are having storms here & it was bitter cold outside. Because we live in the times (and neighborhood!) we live in, we did not open the door. She could have been a crazy woman, a killer, coulda had a gun. We told her we couldn't open the door, but we went to the back (we're in the middle of packing to move & everything is all over the place) and got a big, fuzzy blanket to give to her because she was obviously cold. We went out front to look for her, but she was no where to be found. Walked up and down the street a little ways, but she had vanished into thin air.
I hate it that we live in times where we are fearful of opening our doors to strangers in the cold. I hope she found someplace warm to stay last night.
I know this sounds awful, and it's not like me to say something like this, but I can't wait to move out of here so I don't have this devastation in my face day after day. It's just so heartbreaking.
Things are okay...we have a roof over our heads and fantastic soil here. Our neighbors don't complain about our chickens (probably because we don't complain about theirs LOL), and we have fantastic soil here and have been able to have abundant gardens for a couple of years now. But living in the ghetto is hard. There are working families on our block, but there are hookers 3 blocks away and a homeless shelter (which is always full) just up the road. There are drug dealers, pimps, tweakers, thieves, and just general bad people around us of all colors, shapes, sizes, and backgrounds. I cannot judge anyone who finds themselves living in the ghetto--after all, I've found myself living here, too.
That being said, we try to be a positive influence on our block. We planted flowers in the beds out front and at least TRY to take care of the yard, and our house doesn't LOOK like a rental (well, most of the time ... hehehee, we're not perfect).
We hear gunfire every weekend. I don't think we've ever had a Friday or Saturday night since we've moved here that there wasn't a law enforcement vehicle or emergency vehicle of some type zooming past our house. There are always "ghetto birds" (police helicopters) chasing bad guys through our neighborhood. And I feel for these people... it's not an easy life, let me tell you, to live here. But we are getting out. Our landlords are actually selling our house, and we have to move. We found a WONDERFUL place in the mountains & are moving in a week or two and are happy to be moving out of here.
Last night, we had an incident here at our little ghetto bungalow that left me feeling so guilty, I thought I would die.
About 9:30, a woman knocked on the door. We hadn't seen her before. She was crying, cold, and begging for help. She was homeless and had gone down to the shelter & they were full and had to turn her away. We are having storms here & it was bitter cold outside. Because we live in the times (and neighborhood!) we live in, we did not open the door. She could have been a crazy woman, a killer, coulda had a gun. We told her we couldn't open the door, but we went to the back (we're in the middle of packing to move & everything is all over the place) and got a big, fuzzy blanket to give to her because she was obviously cold. We went out front to look for her, but she was no where to be found. Walked up and down the street a little ways, but she had vanished into thin air.
I hate it that we live in times where we are fearful of opening our doors to strangers in the cold. I hope she found someplace warm to stay last night.
I know this sounds awful, and it's not like me to say something like this, but I can't wait to move out of here so I don't have this devastation in my face day after day. It's just so heartbreaking.
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