One thing about being poor–you don’t have too many options to sort through when house-hunting.  It’s not like a housing mega-supermarket, more like a dollar store.

Your options are: a dive out in hillbilly heaven, or a dive hemmed-in by nosy neighbors.  Limited resources pretty much define your boundaries.  Your needs as an at-risk minority (of any kind) further limit your parameters.

You don’t even think amenities others assume or take for granted.  You just hope for a functional roof and infrastructure, with some yard for gardening, and privacy/security from ignorant phobes.  A safe, reliable water/septic system would be nice, too.

Access to educated, affordable healthcare is more of a privilege of the few these days, but it’s a very real consideration for folks in our situation.  We hope we can simply afford to pay all our monthly expenses, and nothing too catastrophic happens.

We can’t afford to rent or be mobile like younger people with options.  This will pretty much be it for us, so we have to choose wisely, for the long haul, which is getting shorter all the time.  We literally can’t afford to make a mistake.  No pressure there!

Lest you think I’m being negative, I’m not.  Just being realistic, and aware we’re definitely not alone in our situation.  More and more of us will be faced with fewer options just to merely survive, with greedy trumpsters in charge.  The only hope is for reasonable people to resist and vote them out as soon as possible.

Back at the here and now, erev cheers from the Skullies, who are patiently awaiting their final home.