Urban living

I can tell when people are not ready for true urban living. They’ve never seen people selling drugs out of the car in front of the house. Or people running down the street with guns in their hands. You will see that here. You will see grown men pull down their pants and take a poop in front of you. You will see that here. I hate to see people move in and get terrified. Maybe it is best you don’t move here.

— Scott Roberts, as quoted in October 3, 2007 Washington Post article

This reminded me of something said amongst a gathering of TC residents, that some folks (and at one time they themselves) are a little naive about living over here. Some folks are cut out for it, some aren’t and it is a pity when you’ve bought the house or sign the lease to find out that the handful of urban things you thought you could deal with, you can’t. Maybe you came from a place where the police come quickly when you call. Here, they might come, but you call anyway, ’cause you never know.
There are also assumptions, points of view regarding how to live and expectations that aren’t met. The police thing is one. Litter is another, kids and adults will toss trash on the ground like it’s nothing. I’d like it if the elementary kids would keep their language PG, I know I need to lower my expectations, but I just can’t.
But it all isn’t that bad. I and some of my neighbors have some kick a$$ commutes, with no bumper to bumper anything. Within a two mile radius there are about a hundred arts/ cultural events going on. And in this neighborhood, like the neighborhood I grew up in, I know my neighbors, I know people in my neighborhood and there is a genuine joy I feel when I bump into them on the street or elsewhere in the city.