I have lived in Five Points for many, many years, and had my studio in its current location, a former chop-shop, for seven of them. In that time I've witnessed drive-bys, escapees from the juvie facility across the road and, most terrifying of all, rapidly encroaching gentrification. When I went away to grad school I sublet my studio for two years, with all of my belongings crammed into a closet; when I returned, my beloved neighbors, the grandmothers and gang-bangers, had given way to yoga-pants-wearing white ladies pushing baby carriages and hipsters walking very fancy dogs. I knew the writing was on the wall.
See also: The Mayday Experiment: Tiny House, Big Plan