Breezy: The People and the Place

I first realized that something was wrong when I pulled into my apartment complex and saw 9 cop cars blocking the entrance. However, the thing that caught me off guard, wasn't the fear of whatever bad guy was lurking outside my windows, rather it was the fear of what crazy person had taken over my head. I say this because the first thought that popped into my head when I saw this black and white ominous sign was, "man, I really LOVE my apartment complex!". My next thought was, "huh?! What's wrong with me!"

You see, it's not that I love excitement and danger (I rather loathe that actually) it's that I love the people inside these gates that these 9 cop cars are trying to protect. While I didn't love that there was a thuggish looking character walking around with a glock on his hip the other day, I did love that the kids who live here sought out my husband for protection when they saw this bad guy. And I can't say that I was particularly excited to see the hookers hanging out on my neighbor's porch, but I was excited that we got the chance to say hi and invite them to our next event. Of course the thing I am the least excited about are the stories that the kids around here tell about watching their mom cry in jail or hiding when the bad guys came looking for their dad with a gun, but I am so glad that I am here to listen to their stories and to help them deal with these things.

So while it is a scary place, somehow I am not afraid. I am so so so happy that I live in a place that challenges me; where the people are real, the cars are broken, and the kids are out of control. And for the first time ever when I was sitting on my porch overlooking my fairytale tree as I call it, I thought I how I really hope I never get a house, because I never want to leave this place!! Quite a change from my first few blogs about how I was so scared I would hate my new apartment, huh!

And as promised, here are the pics of my wonderful apartment (finally!)