I was taking my afternoon walk through my small town of Charleroi On Mon and I've come to the conclusion that the poorer you get, the less likely you are to care about how your home looks.
My town's median income is below the poverty line...go ahead google us.
The rental properties all look like hell. The lawns are full of toys and are just messy. The curtains and blinds look like they've seen better days, if in fact they have them, and not just a blanket or something hung over the window to keep out the light. WTF people.
If not for my mother I wouldn't have much, but I still take pride in my home. I don't want to live in a hovel. I like my things to look nice. I may not be able to have expensive things, but I want to be proud of what I have.
I truly can't understand why anyone would want to live in filth.
There are places where you can get curtains or any decorations to pretty up a place cheap. Seriously, Big Lots, Dollar General, Family Dollar...I could go on.
If you don't have any pride in your living area, how can you have any pride in yourself. Which makes it hard for anyone to pull themselves up out of poverty.
You have to care.
It sucks to be poor, but there's no excuse for living in a pigsty. Cleaning products are sold at Dollar Stores.
It really isn't hard to clean up after yourself and make your space in the universe look decent.
Poetry Sunday
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I am a landlord, with a house my mother left me that I rent out. I am constantly amazed at the way people treat not only their things but the house. It costs me thousands of dollars every time someone leaves to make the place look presentable again. I don't live like that and have a hard time understanding people who do. Good post.
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