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So yesterday afternoon, there was a shooting across the street.
I get home from work to find some random cars in my parking lot and one car blocking my mailbox. My firstworldproblems alarm goes off because someone's having a party and 1) their friends don't know how to park while 2) I wasn't invited. So I gather my mail and ask my next door neighbor who's grilling out what was going on. Jovially, I might add, in case it was she and her fiance that were having the party (hence the grilling).
She gestures across our sidewalk to the building facing ours and I see a police officer there. In a state of surprise, I just let myself into my apartment and start making dinner. A knock on my door brings me face to face with a detective. A flash of his badge and I tell him where I was between 3:30 and 4. I was at work, so that was pretty easy to answer. He took my name and number and went on his way.
Turns out a woman was shot with a shotgun in an apartment across the street and one of my neighbors - who was bringing her grandson out to play - heard it and saw the people who quickly fled the scene. The woman survived the shooting - which honestly surprised me. These apartments don't offer much room to maneuver, especially from a shotgun, but she was taken to the hospital.
This is the first time in almost 6 years that something like this has gotten this close. Do I plan on moving? No. For one, I'm pretty sure I couldn't afford to move to somewhere else while still maintaining what little saving I am doing, and secondly, it still seems so far away, so out of character for this part of town. I'm pretty sure that if it had happened to someone in my building, I'd be moving, no doubt about it. But this side of the street - at least these 8 apartments where four face four - has always felt like a safe haven. We all get along, we watch out for one another, we're even planning a group-wide yard sale for sometime in late spring or early summer.
Everyone's shocked, but I don't think anyone else is moving either. It's strange, honestly, that while we realize and process what happened, even a 10 yards away still feels further away than it should.
There hasn't been a murder in Bowling Green since 2008 or 2009 (I think), until last month when three teenagers killed a man. Then a woman died a few weeks ago. I sincerely hope no one in town is going to start pulling that End is Nigh stuff.
I get home from work to find some random cars in my parking lot and one car blocking my mailbox. My firstworldproblems alarm goes off because someone's having a party and 1) their friends don't know how to park while 2) I wasn't invited. So I gather my mail and ask my next door neighbor who's grilling out what was going on. Jovially, I might add, in case it was she and her fiance that were having the party (hence the grilling).
She gestures across our sidewalk to the building facing ours and I see a police officer there. In a state of surprise, I just let myself into my apartment and start making dinner. A knock on my door brings me face to face with a detective. A flash of his badge and I tell him where I was between 3:30 and 4. I was at work, so that was pretty easy to answer. He took my name and number and went on his way.
Turns out a woman was shot with a shotgun in an apartment across the street and one of my neighbors - who was bringing her grandson out to play - heard it and saw the people who quickly fled the scene. The woman survived the shooting - which honestly surprised me. These apartments don't offer much room to maneuver, especially from a shotgun, but she was taken to the hospital.
This is the first time in almost 6 years that something like this has gotten this close. Do I plan on moving? No. For one, I'm pretty sure I couldn't afford to move to somewhere else while still maintaining what little saving I am doing, and secondly, it still seems so far away, so out of character for this part of town. I'm pretty sure that if it had happened to someone in my building, I'd be moving, no doubt about it. But this side of the street - at least these 8 apartments where four face four - has always felt like a safe haven. We all get along, we watch out for one another, we're even planning a group-wide yard sale for sometime in late spring or early summer.
Everyone's shocked, but I don't think anyone else is moving either. It's strange, honestly, that while we realize and process what happened, even a 10 yards away still feels further away than it should.
There hasn't been a murder in Bowling Green since 2008 or 2009 (I think), until last month when three teenagers killed a man. Then a woman died a few weeks ago. I sincerely hope no one in town is going to start pulling that End is Nigh stuff.