Crime has been WAAAAYY increasing in our neighborhood lately. I'm not quite sure what exactly went on here right in front of our house yesterday ... four squad cars, but the (yes I'm going to be judgemental here) obviously cracked-out woman they were speaking with tottered away on her four-inch cork heels without being hauled away.
There have been break-ins (some violent ones), assaults, shootings, and too many drug deals and "Hey baby you wan' a gooooood time?" items to mention. Right outside our front door. It's getting nasty ... we (our neighbors and us) have to now consciously sit outside and stare down everyone who walks down the street to make them know we see what's going on. I'm very uncomfortable doing that ... but I've started doing it, even for short periods of time, sitting on the bench on the front porch and trying to make it obvious that I'm watching what's going on, and praying someone doesn't pull a gun. Things had gotten so much better for quite a while after I moved in with Scott ten years ago, but the past year has gotten really bad.
There are a lot of discussions that could be started here - gentrification, the economy, racism, etc. etc. etc. And that's fine. But to be honest, I'm just plain nervous and a little scared to live here these days.