I love my apartment. It is nice, clean, safe, and in the right part of town for the things I do, but I am becoming one of the lucky few.
Housing prices and rent have soared in the past year. My granddaughter's apartment now costs over a hundred dollars a month more than it did last year and that is with no improvements. I just read about communities in the west where there are not enough affordable homes for firemen, teachers, small business owners and service people.
The upper classes have long had advantages the rest of us do not. They can afford to manipulate their taxes so they pay almost nothing. They live in exorbitant homes and hire people to do everything they don't want to do. If they paid these people a living wage things might be okay, but they also want to charge them usurious rates for renting homes, buying food, or clothing, or any other necessary needs.
I'd like to believe that eventually the poor will simply move away from these areas, leaving the wealthy with a shortage of service workers, but that probably won't happen. Instead the people having to live in third rate motels, garages, campers and cardboard boxes will slowly grow to include people who never believed it could happen to them.
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