In the Ghetto

On Wednesday night, our neighbor rang our doorbell around 9. We don't know our neighbor well and she sold us a bum mini-fridge at a garage sale, so I wasn't too happy about the late night visit. She informed us that two men tried to force their way into her home earlier that day and that she just saw them again on our street. She had called the police and they promised to up their patrols of our neighborhood, but it still really creeped me out. Then yesterday, there was a shooting at the Walgreen's just down the street. As a matter of fact, I had been at the same Walgreen's roughly two hours before it was robbed. It just turns out this is the fourth shooting fatality within a 1/2 mile of our home within the last three and a half years. I am normally afraid of nearly everything and this stuff isn't helping much. Yesterday, I was too uncomfortable to do my five-mile run in my neighborhood in broad daylight. Last night Daniel and I discussed whether we should start running in a different neighborhood. ************************************************************************************** All of this just really enforces for me that it's time to get the hell out of dodge. I couldn't be more done with the Land of Entrapment. I did enjoy my time here and my neighborhood hasn't always been a battleground for druggies, miscreants and thieves, but I can say that the "maybe this isn't the best place for you" message has been delivered. Our house will hopefully be on the market sometime this month and we can get serious about our adios to good old New Mexico.