Did I ever mention that I border on hate for where I live. This place and area is like a prison. Both Steve and I feel trapped here. Our freedom is gone. We live in a 1 bedroom apartment, in a "so called" security building. What that means for me is more doors I have to try and make it through, and I have to remember to take my keys or I'm screwed. Basically we have lost the freedom to do laundry when we need to, or walk in and out of our place freely. Move about with out bumping into  each other. To top it off there is NO place to have privacy or time alone. (right now I have my sons pants hanging oven the oven so they will be dry for him to go to work in, in the morning. He had to wash them in the tub because the laundry room was closed, and will be closed even after he leaves for work). Thank god I don't pay for the hydro.    The people in this neighborhood are poor not only with money but in morals, consideration and self respect as well. The police are here almost every day and night. I think living in the woods under a tarp would be safer, cleaner and peaceful.    I assume that these people don't want to be in there situation any more then I do. But why have they not learned respect for them selves or others. I just don't understand that.