The City Tax

I've lived in San Francisco for 7.5 years now, and I'm starting to get a little sick of it. What my friend Dylan calls the "city tax" is the reason. This weekend, our car was broken into near Crissy Field. Mary Ann actually saw the guy do it. $600 for a new window, plus the hassle of an insurance claim on the stolen cell phone. We've also had 2 flat tires on our car in 6 months because the streets are full of glass and nails and other debris. $1000 for 5 tires since we had to replace the spare too. As I type this from my house, I am listening to heavy construction noises from the renovations taking place on the apartment below us. In the apartment before that, the landlord was selling the place, and harassed us to the point that we had to get a lawyer involved. The cops don't do anything about crime (20% murder solve rate in SF), but they are more than willing to give out pointless no left turn tickets and tickets for not having a front license plate. The list continues from there, but you get the point.

Maybe I'm old, but the city is really starting to wear me down. The time to move out to the suburbs draws nigh.