It is 4am in the morning and I am wide-awake. Partially because I went to bed, last night wicked early (8pm) by my own standards. So here I am trying to busy myself. I could do something productive like start shredding some of my personal files, but I went to bed without dinner and so I am too hungry to concentrate and alas, there is no food in the house. Therefore, I am waiting. Waiting until there is some daylight outside so that I go to the local grocery store Dominick’s.
Prior to the murder two nights ago, I would have run up the street without thinking twice. Dominick’s is open 24hours and is less than 5 minutes walking from my house. Now I am too freaked out. The newscameras were around yesterday and everyone in the neighborhood is talking about what happened — and it is a bit unsettling when you hear more than one person say “this use to be such a nice neighborhood.” Oh oh. It is all making me jumpy around this place. Particularly when I suddenly seen to be more aware of every police car/fire engine I hear off in the distance. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I was never under any allusion that there was no crime in this neighborhood. I regularly check the Chicago Police Citizen ICAM to see what crimes have occurred in my neighborhood. However, because the crime was so vicious and I heard it happening it makes me start to wonder what the heck I’m doing here. So maybe it is a good thing I am moving on. I want to leave this place with good memories.