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kleenexwomanI have unsuccessfully been trying to clean my apartment all weekend, because my dad threatened me with eviction if it wasn't spotless by Tuesday. To make matters worse, Brian wasn't really here to help; when he finally came over, he obligingly did the floors, then started putting all of his stuff in the main room because he's moving out to the Detroit house. Most of his clothes and personal items are gone now, but detritus remains. (And it's not like he's totally gone forever; he's going to be sleeping on the couch whenever he needs to here, because his mattress is now in Detroit.)
He and his friends are moving to a neighborhood in the McNichols-Livernois area, near U of D. The street he chose is a really nice place, very family-oriented, with friendly people all around. It's not like West Bloomfield or anything--the surrounding neighborhood is a little decrepit, and there are places with bars on the windows--but it's not a wasteland or a burned-out ghetto. A bunch of his new neighbors are excited that there are some new young couples on the block, and they actually live next to a cop (who sells weed, but apparently weed isn't a big deal in Detroit if you have less than an ounce on you). It's a really nice place, and the people who live there seem very friendly and welcoming.
My parents and grandparents are freaking, though. My grandma thinks we're thirty-five years in the past and that it's still a horrible ghetto, and that they'd have to lock all the doors and never go out at night, and that all the people who wanted Brian and his friends to stay and become part of the community were just lying. My mom told Brian that she was very, very concerned and would be up at nights worrying about her baby, and got upset when Brian didn't decide to abandon the plan just because of her concerns. (She also wants me to get a job in Sterling Heights and stay in her boyfriend's now-vacant house. But I digress.) My dad came over this morning, and was disturbed enough by the packing process to not care that there were dirty dishes in the sink.
I'm excited for him, and not just because I'll have the apartment to myself (but who will make me chicken tacos now?). He's going to a new place and living his life the way he wants to with people he wants to be around; he has a definite idea of what he wants his life to be like, and he can make that happen. My mom was upset that I was driving him to and from the place, last week--"You don't have to if you don't agree with it," she said. What's there to disagree with? It's not like he's going to do something deliberately dangerous or anything that would be harmful to anyone else. He's 20 years old and can do what he wants. If this doesn't work out, well, even the best things don't always.
He and his friends are moving to a neighborhood in the McNichols-Livernois area, near U of D. The street he chose is a really nice place, very family-oriented, with friendly people all around. It's not like West Bloomfield or anything--the surrounding neighborhood is a little decrepit, and there are places with bars on the windows--but it's not a wasteland or a burned-out ghetto. A bunch of his new neighbors are excited that there are some new young couples on the block, and they actually live next to a cop (who sells weed, but apparently weed isn't a big deal in Detroit if you have less than an ounce on you). It's a really nice place, and the people who live there seem very friendly and welcoming.
My parents and grandparents are freaking, though. My grandma thinks we're thirty-five years in the past and that it's still a horrible ghetto, and that they'd have to lock all the doors and never go out at night, and that all the people who wanted Brian and his friends to stay and become part of the community were just lying. My mom told Brian that she was very, very concerned and would be up at nights worrying about her baby, and got upset when Brian didn't decide to abandon the plan just because of her concerns. (She also wants me to get a job in Sterling Heights and stay in her boyfriend's now-vacant house. But I digress.) My dad came over this morning, and was disturbed enough by the packing process to not care that there were dirty dishes in the sink.
I'm excited for him, and not just because I'll have the apartment to myself (but who will make me chicken tacos now?). He's going to a new place and living his life the way he wants to with people he wants to be around; he has a definite idea of what he wants his life to be like, and he can make that happen. My mom was upset that I was driving him to and from the place, last week--"You don't have to if you don't agree with it," she said. What's there to disagree with? It's not like he's going to do something deliberately dangerous or anything that would be harmful to anyone else. He's 20 years old and can do what he wants. If this doesn't work out, well, even the best things don't always.
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Well, technically, you could make you chicken tacos...
Date: 2009-08-25 09:59 pm (UTC)Re: Well, technically, you could make you chicken tacos...
Date: 2009-08-25 10:19 pm (UTC)I might end up having a friend from college stay here for a few weeks when Brian has his stuff out, I don't know yet. But it really will be nice to have the apartment to myself for real...it's just that Brian really makes the best chicken tacos, and I like having him around :(
Re: Well, technically, you could make you chicken tacos...
Date: 2009-08-25 10:24 pm (UTC)