It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made, but in the end, I decided not to move in. Home is supposed to be a safe haven and peaceful refuge from the outside world. I knew I would never feel quite right living there, but to this day, my decision still grates on my conscience.
I’m thankful for the technology that allows us to see who lives in our neighborhoods so we can keep a watchful eye out for potential trouble. But I also wonder, can too much information sometimes block the path to our peace and happiness? Would I have ever felt safe knowing that thirteen convicted rapists lived on the same block of my old apartment building? Would I have memorized the faces of those rapists and potentially seen them in every person I passed on the street? Would I have been less friendly with my neighbors, causing me to miss out on some great friendships? I’m not sure.
The whole situation only strengthened my belief that sometimes ignorance really is bliss. But sometimes it’s just downright dangerous.
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