Morin Wack , a business asssociate of mine, was a great proponent of this philosphy. Often times we find our selves in what might be called transitional neighborhoods. Appartments that were once OK are turning into roach infested hell holes and our once friendly neighbors can no longer be counted on for a cup of flour and our new neighbors are probably selling the stereos out of our cars at some local chop shop. It is time to move.
We wear the rose colored glasses that tell us it ain't so bad. If there is a trail of blood down the sidewalk to the corner bodega where you buy the paper and some smokes, it's time to move , dude. Your apartment is cheap. Man in this neighborhood , life is cheap. Move.
The suburbs aren't for everyone, but I have rarely, make that never, been punched in the face for no real reason in my new neighborhood. Take some of your beer money and put it towards rent. Take a good look around and pretend you are looking at where you live for the first time. Time to move?
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