I am sad to write that last Friday our house was broken into. It didn't come as some major surprise. Our next door neighbors house was recently broken into and we had heard that a few neighbors on the street behind us and other neighbors down the block have had similar experiences. Two youth have teamed up to scout out the neighborhood, during the day while they probably should be in school. We luckily have great neighbors who have warned everyone about these incidents. One neighbor actually saw a kid riding in circles in front of our house and then, realizing he was about to break in, called the cops immediately. The cops rolled 7 squad cars deep and were there within 2 minutes of the call. The kids barely had a chance to steal anything, but did take the pocket watch I gave Ben as our wedding present and some piggy-bank change. They also threw a bunch of things around. We are very lucky and grateful.
A neighbor also alerted us to something that happened on our block: a drug bust. A BIG drug bust. As much as I love living in Oakland, when things like this happen... I always have to wonder if it's time to move. About a year ago, a young man was killed in his car about half a block down. A few months ago, we came home to a big DOJ truck in front of our house and, apparently, one of the rented units was a storage space for meth-making equipment.
4 comments:
lets move north... how bout portland or seattle or canadia?!
im sorry to hear, aya.
maybe, you should get a big dog!
we're actually looking into adopting a dog, except that most adoption places don't like homes with babies or small kids. booo...
i wish we could move, but Soluna needs her lolo, lola, abuelo & abuela right now... someday though...
I didnt know this happened. Im glad to hear u got great neighbors
sorry to hear about that. I feel you about living in Oaktown. When we lived in north O, we had a lot of drama with a crack house across the street. it's a bittersweet relationship.
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