One thing I'm seeing as I travel is how squalid (to be honest) affordable living is. I used to look at rural properties for sale throughout the country - look nice in the realtor pics, but from satellite views you can see they are surrounded by junked mobile homes and wreckage yards. I have lived amongst poverty before and there is nothing romantic about it - people who live absolutely trashed lives, child beaters, petty (and no so petty) criminals, drugs, people who can't speak below mega decibel and every word is vulgarity. Nope, 'affordable' is code word for never having a moment's peace. When I get back in June, I'll be checking out what's around in Vermont, but with the Toddster, it's going to be a challenge. Road life may be my only option.
Could be that moment of panic when I listed my house was a Godsmack.