Leaving

I know the grass seems greener on the other side, but seriously....

My little apartment
The little side street I park on
The landlord's family, and their dog -
    Beautiful collie
I will miss it.
    But I can't stand it anymore.
    I need to get away.
        Out of here.

"Enjoy it while you can,"
I keep telling myself.
"One day, you will appreciate this place."
But I've had two years of appreciating.
Appreciating the increasingly strict laws
The inflation of prices
And the decrease in wages.
    How many have been laid off now?
    6,000 in August.

I wont miss the daily parking struggles.
Wondering if I'll have to park a block away
From my apartment again
Carrying loads of groceries through the snow
    A few bags at a time.
I wont miss the flawed construction projects
That my taxes are going towards.
    It's been a decade.
    And STILL the tunnels beneath the city
    Leak with water and break.
I wont miss the old houses
A century old, crumbling, and falling apart.
With weed-ridden yards and cracked driveways
They still sell at a quarter million dollars
    Each.

Well I've got better things to spend my money on.
The day I hold my ticket
    My ticket, my college diploma -
I'm renting a U-Haul
Packing my little red Saturn till the doors almost refuse to shut
And getting as far the hell away from here as I can.
 

Author's Note

Boston is a great place to VISIT. Not to live. Remember that. An MSN.com article says so, as do my friends in this city.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Well I can see why you really hate the place... but you know one day you will look back and cherish it as a great time in your life and miss is, just remember no place is perfect, i live in cali and you want to talk bout overpriced.. as for the poem a nice venting of your emotions.