I’ve decided that, for now, I am going to keep my neighborhood nameless. It is in Richmond, Virginia and would qualify as a transitional neighborhood. But, the tips and wild stories that are to follow, while taken from my hood, are applicable to many in similar situations. Since buying a home here, my neighborhood has provided a very entertaining, and sometimes frustrating, year. I could write a book on this year alone, but I decided a living blog would probably capture the moments better.
Let me clear the air on the greater societal implications of gentrification: I am very studied on the matter. I know there are pros and cons to gentrification, and that there are very wrong ways to go about gentrifying a neighborhood. Relatively, those ways are only wrong if one is inclined to feel the burdens of innocent people who are forced out of an area during a transition. While there are those who feel that “a few eggs need to be broken to make an omelet,” I am not one of those people.
In closing, I hope my blog is informative and entertaining, especially for those who get to the point of “why the hell did I move here?” We all have those nights. About five of my neighbors had that moment last night after random gunfire broke out within a block of our house. I hope that there continues to be fewer of those nights, and more of the days when we see the positive change that we are helping to create.