“So, at some point, the reality was that I had more money, was less willing to put up with sh*t, and cared more about being close to good public schools than bars. But I still cared about getting a deal. In short, I have become my father.”

We finally settled on Eckington – with a two minute walk from the Metro. There’s not much within walking distance, and the development there isn’t to my tastes (pretty standard corporate fare), but the neighbors are amazing and we have a dog park one block away. And H St. is actually a quick bike ride away; so I’m looking forward to some summer outings. And it seems like the development right at the New York Ave. stop is the only large-scale construction project around that hasn’t ground to a halt (although admittedly I haven’t been out and about too much).

My sense is that these crime waves will continue to jump around the city as crews fight over territory and that there’s not a lot we can do about forecasting where and when it will happen.

I chose to leave CH because I could afford more house, have a still reasonable commute, not be close to the noise, trash, and crime of “the city,” and (eventually) be able to send my kid to public school with a clear conscience. I’d again be disingenuous if I failed to acknowledge that I thought I was making a solid investment buying from desperate sellers in a craptastic housing market.

So, at some point, the reality was that I had more money, was less willing to put up with sh*t, and cared more about being close to good public schools than bars. But I still cared about getting a deal. In short, I have become my father.

It just worked out that Petworth was a nice place to live and where my husband’s office was located.