To put things short but truthful and less sweet.

In the meantime. 

There have been a host of haunting images of the crime that has plagued this city we call home. Home doesn't have a  meaning to my family hardly anymore. Home is where everyone else can go outside and be in the sun without threat of  being shot or being poisoned by the air of an unchecked business. Home is where everyone else can have a pet without worrying about your home being broken into and your pet taken and used for pit bull bait dog. Home is the places we drive where the mentally ill are not walking out in front of moving cars. That happened yesterday. Home is not where we live. It is like living in on a strange planet that we don't belong. To people who say "it is getting bad everywhere" let me ask you this. Did you have to get on the floor because of a AK-47 or AR being fired at bedtime?  Then no.... it is NOT quite the same every where. 

Why haven't we left? Why have we not moved? When are you moving?  Great questions. I have been waiting on someone to explain that to me. Do you just pack up in the middle of the night with no where to go?  Do you not pay your mortgage to save up money to find just any place? Do you walk out on  your obligations?  Do you just not have to have a plan?  When I explain why, you may or may not understand. That is okay. You see, we don't have family we are close to rely on for help. We don't have close friends that we can move in with four daughters. But! I have a plan. Based on what you might not know. :-)