Well its official, I’m fleeing to suburbia with the wife and the boys. We move in two weeks. I’m really conflicted. I’m a city boy, first Detroit and now Oakland. I always said I’d stay and, I don’t know, be that lone voice in the darkness. Besides I was doing good things here, the mentoring program a friend and I started has been going really well. Our local city council woman just got us a deal to use a recreation center that had been defunct for years. I won’t be leaving totally, but I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to help anymore.
On the other hand, I promised my wife a better life, and this house sure is that. It’s a gorgeous 4-bedroom on a Cul-de-sac with a back yard big enough for a pool I’m already planning and an herb garden that my wife has been planning for years. The boys will all finally have their own rooms and my Mom, grandmother and sister are all close by. The High School my oldest starts this year is brand new, and the Jr. High the other two will attend is maybe 3 years old. The school system as a whole gets high marks.
It’s a great neighborhood, with nice parks and convenient shopping. It’s also clean and quiet with nice cared for homes. My current neighborhood is a hodge-podge of the middleclass backed up to those barely making it. We sometimes get side shows, and there is the occasional crack head I have to run off.
I wonder if we’ll be the Kool-Aid house again.
