It’s official: I am the antagonist of the beloved Dr. Seuss book Green Eggs and Ham. Does it mean I don’t eat eggs? No. Does it mean I won’t eat green things? Nuh-uh. Am I a vegetarian? Only sometimes. Strangely, I found myself thinking of this book as I once again searched for apartments today. And here’s my dilemma: I want to move out of this apartment, yes, but I seem to be stubbornly clinging to my neighborhood. It’s MINE. I’ve lived here for three years and I cherish it so. And people say, “You never know until you try,” and… I’m not done yet.