Shh… don't tell anyone I'm poor. They all think I'm living frugal and green just like everyone these days. This is a blog about a senior citizen living a frugal life, on a fixed income, in a low income food desert, and passing along knowledge from lessons learned. Some she learned from her Grandma Mama many years ago and some learned only a few days ago.
I’ve mentioned several times that I live in a high crime area that’s also a food desert. I hear gun shots quite often. Sometimes the gun shots are just outside my house. Evidence of this is bullet holes.
A few days ago a bullet went through a window of the house next door. That’s a window of the room where a toddler sleeps. Luckily she was not hurt.
The crime in the area surrounding my home is outrageous. In almost every major city in America the “west end” is always the poverty and crime ridden section. I live in the west end of Louisville, KY. Our west end is a food desert consisting of liquor stores, convenient stores, and carry out. And drugs of course.
When new neighborhood improvements are announced by the mayor for the east end its new hotels, new apartments, new hospitals, and new businesses. What does the mayor announce for the west end? A food court and a methane plant.
The news has reports daily of people being shot in the west end. Some live, some die. News reports of robbery, burglary, home invasion, or other crimes usually don’t make it to the news but those of us who live here know about them through word of mouth.
Just walking to a bus stop is dangerous. Gangs of teens beat up elderly people merely for the fun of it. Babies are shot sitting on a front porch. Young kids are shot riding a bicycle to a youth activity center. Kindergarten kids are shot riding a tricycle in their yard.
I can’t say the problem is just my neighborhood. The world seems to be getting more disrespectful and violent every day. Heck, even a presidential hopeful can keep insulting world people and become even more popular for doing it. What is our world coming to?
Well, I can’t do anything about the evil of the world but I can change the place I live. When I bought this house over 30 years ago I had dreams of paying it off and living rent free the rest of my life. I wanted to have a garden, and chickens, and fruit trees, and even a fish pond. I did manage to pay it off a few years ago. Sometimes dreams die. Mine has. I can’t take it here anymore.
Of course I know crime happens everywhere. But it happens much less frequently in other places. I’ll be moving to one of those other places. I plan to move by July or August if possible. I’m not exactly sure where I’m moving or how just yet but I do know I have to get away from the west end for my own sanity.