a life of crime suddenly becomes tempting
The house three doors down from us is selling. It's actually a duplex, so I called the realtor for shits to ask how much. We've joke-dreamed of splitting a duplex with another couple like Dan & Jesse as an affordable way to actually own a home in the city. In our neighborhood would be ideal. She told me a bit about the place and then stated the list price, "It's listed at $900,000." jiggawhu? So we stopped in on Sunday and checked it out, and I'm quite sure that bitch is gonna sell at over 1 million doghairs. It's a gorgeous Edwardian built in 1908 with amazing "soft" wood floors and high ceilings, bay views, uh....I could go on, but I don't wanna cry or anything. Suffice to say, we just don't have a million bucks tucked into our thrift stores purses, so that dream is just out of the question.
We're not ready to buy a house now anyway, but it's fun to look. It's fun to see the other people who actually might have a million dollars and who may become our neighbors. Or, as I like to the call them, the people I will offend. Most of our neighbors are disgustingly rich and those who aren't have sold their houses (more than a handful of houses on the block down from us) in the past year and a half. Turns out that 36 percent of all homes purchased last year were bought by people who already owned at least one house. Hello, greedy millionaires! Try collecting wine or something. Some of us want a chance to actually thrive here.
As I watch house by house in Bernal go to this new breed of people who carry million dollar bills in their back pocket, I wonder what the fate of the neighborhood is. The Neighborhood Center has formed an official committee to discuss gentrification. Some residents say that's a politically loaded word. I don't know what to think, but I know the white bread is baking all around us. Lucky-like, we have dirt-cheap rent in our shoebox, and the house is split up into three separate apartments so I'm not afraid that Flizzy will go pulling a stunt like my Slumlord in DC who sold the house right out from under us. Though, i suppose anything can happen. In the meantime, I will daydream about quitting my job to become a cat burglar, just so I can relish in the short commute and expensive wares.
We're not ready to buy a house now anyway, but it's fun to look. It's fun to see the other people who actually might have a million dollars and who may become our neighbors. Or, as I like to the call them, the people I will offend. Most of our neighbors are disgustingly rich and those who aren't have sold their houses (more than a handful of houses on the block down from us) in the past year and a half. Turns out that 36 percent of all homes purchased last year were bought by people who already owned at least one house. Hello, greedy millionaires! Try collecting wine or something. Some of us want a chance to actually thrive here.
As I watch house by house in Bernal go to this new breed of people who carry million dollar bills in their back pocket, I wonder what the fate of the neighborhood is. The Neighborhood Center has formed an official committee to discuss gentrification. Some residents say that's a politically loaded word. I don't know what to think, but I know the white bread is baking all around us. Lucky-like, we have dirt-cheap rent in our shoebox, and the house is split up into three separate apartments so I'm not afraid that Flizzy will go pulling a stunt like my Slumlord in DC who sold the house right out from under us. Though, i suppose anything can happen. In the meantime, I will daydream about quitting my job to become a cat burglar, just so I can relish in the short commute and expensive wares.
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