Look, the place I live in isn't rich.
Some people may call it poor. Some people may even call it a dive.
But it's OK. It's a lot less rough than a lot of the other places around.
The town my grandparents live in is a dive, with the best will in the world, I can't deny that.
I don't mean that the people aren't nice. Some of the loveliest people you will ever meet live there.
It's still a dive.
The view on the main road is booze shops, betting shops, tanning salons, vape shops, and boarded-up buildings.
An old night-club is boarded up, and a little while ago was being used to grow cannabis, and illegally raise livestock (because those things apparently go together.)
There are big drug problems.
The whole place has an air of hopelessness that it's very difficult to describe.
My parents, who grew up there and in another town nearby, say that it was poor when they lived there, possibly poorer, but also less of a dive.
Yes, that's apparently a thing.
But they say that people there had more ambition then. More drive.
They say everyone younger than my grandparents' generation, with ambition or hope, left a long time ago.
Those who remain are the oldest and/or the poorest.
And with poverty comes social problems.
My grandparent's doorbell has been ripped off more times than I can count. One time some little angel kicked their ventilation grille in.
There are tires in front gardens, letters fallen off signs, paint flaking, windows smashed in spider-web cracks, cars that are probably older than me and others that have go-faster stripes, and empty bottles, cans, takeaway packaging.
You can find all these things in my town, too... but there's less of them. Much less.
But for all that? I can see why people would want to live there.
The views down the mountain are incredible (when no-one's set fire to it... which also happens where I live because some people aren't scared enough of their mams,) the houses are adaptable to any time period or living situation, the neighbours are lovely.
You know that if my grandparents ever need help, there's a whole street and more of people willing to give it to them.
I'm confident that if I'm ever in an emergency situation in my grandparents' town, I will find someone willing to help me out.
Where I live?
I'm not so sure I'd always find help.
The poorer parts of town would probably be my best bet.
We're far from rich, but we've never had to go hungry, and I know for a fact that my Nanny Jones used to skip meals so my mam and auntie could eat 'a good meal.'
People are people. And anyone who survives has done well, as far as I'm concerned.
So this was kind of just me ruminating on some things about poverty and social problems etc. etc. 😅
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