Happy New Year, bitches. How was your New Year? Do anything exciting? I laid low since I was busy moving . . . to a food desert.
That’s right. Not a grocery store to be found around me. Nor is there Chinese, sushi, Mexican, French, etc to be found anywhere near me. I have the choice of going to the “corner store” or maybe getting some jerk chicken at the local Jamaican place.
You see…I went from one of the most prosperous area codes in the county to the most impoverished. Yes, people. It seems that I am moving backwards in my life. I moved a mere 3 miles away and now feel like I am in an entirely different country.
There are no gyms, yoga or pilates studios. No over abundance of dog grooming places. Hell, there’s not even a Petsmart here. For every little thing I need to do I have to drive into my old neighborhood to do it.
You might be thinking, “Well, that’s only 3 miles.” That’s 3 miles WITH South Florida traffic. So, actually more like 20 minutes just to get to a decent place to buy a quick dinner. Or 20 minutes just to get to a gym. Any gym. Groceries? Forget about it. Gone are the days that I could just run out and pick up garlic while I was cooking.
My trips must be planned now. I have to put thought into them.
Now, I have a car. So I will most definitely survive living here, but what about those families that do not have a car? Where are they getting their groceries? I’m guessing the Dollar General and the so called “Corner Store”. They don’t have vegetables. Or fruit. Or, well anything. I couldn’t even find fucking orange juice.
With all that said, the neighborhood itself is fine. I’ve stopped calling it ghetto because that’s not fair to those that have lived here for 20+ years and own their homes. They go to work, raise their kids, and pay their bills just like the rest of us.
This is a working class neighborhood and my neighbors work hard. They love their community just like anyone else in any other neighborhood. It’s not my place to bring my privileged ass here and talk shit about these people.
When I tell friends where I moved to inevitably they all say, “Why would you move there?” Well, let’s see. I have twice the space I used to, a big back yard, no weirdo living in my bedroom (remember illegal apartment), a washer/dryer all to myself, and Willow can bark her damn beagle head off and no one gives a shit. I would say that’s a win-win situation, no? Ohhhh…and did I mention my dad owns the place so I’m paying next to nothing to live here. Far cheaper than my fancy pants zip code.
I’m still getting settled. My place is SUPER cute and is shaping up a bit more. 2014 is going to be a year of grinding. I need to start bringing in some $$$ and figure out WTF is next.
Here’s a pic of Willow on our new couch:
What are you up to for 2014?