gentrification be a cruel, cruel mistress
They raised our rent $150. FAIL.
We have no choice but to move, because I can't afford the rent and neither can Alissa. This is achingly sad because, well, this was my first place and I had a lot of good memories here.
I slept on the floor the night we semi-moved in a year and a half ago because I couldn't take another night with my parents, and I slept hard, and damn it, I slept good.
My anxiety has been virtually gone since I left home, my grades are stellar, and I never have any temper tantrums any more. The most worried I ever get is about paying bills on time, but it doesn't make me want to throw my mom's potted plants against the side of the house while screaming. I can walk two blocks if I want to buy a soda, and it takes me a half hour to get to school. There's a huge park nearby that has a theatre company that puts on Shakespeare plays in the field house, and a giant pool that costs nothing to get in.
There has been so much I've learned while living here, and while I know that I'm never going back to the life I had before, it'll never match up to hearing the ambulance sirens wail on Lawrence as I'm falling asleep.
Wow, this has been overly sentimental, haha. I'm just angry that I can't live in a neighborhood where no one gets shot, raped or kidnapped and have it be affordable at the same time.
I know I can't live here forever, but goddammit, I want to.
We have no choice but to move, because I can't afford the rent and neither can Alissa. This is achingly sad because, well, this was my first place and I had a lot of good memories here.
I slept on the floor the night we semi-moved in a year and a half ago because I couldn't take another night with my parents, and I slept hard, and damn it, I slept good.
My anxiety has been virtually gone since I left home, my grades are stellar, and I never have any temper tantrums any more. The most worried I ever get is about paying bills on time, but it doesn't make me want to throw my mom's potted plants against the side of the house while screaming. I can walk two blocks if I want to buy a soda, and it takes me a half hour to get to school. There's a huge park nearby that has a theatre company that puts on Shakespeare plays in the field house, and a giant pool that costs nothing to get in.
There has been so much I've learned while living here, and while I know that I'm never going back to the life I had before, it'll never match up to hearing the ambulance sirens wail on Lawrence as I'm falling asleep.
Wow, this has been overly sentimental, haha. I'm just angry that I can't live in a neighborhood where no one gets shot, raped or kidnapped and have it be affordable at the same time.
I know I can't live here forever, but goddammit, I want to.