Back Where I Come From, day 9

September’s Back Where I Come From Challenge is on its ninth day and going strong. Come join us and check out Suzanne McClendon’s other posts while you are over there. 

Day 9: Do you plan to move back to your hometown area in your older years? Why or why not?

Well, considering I am already in my “older years” I highly doubt I’ll be moving back “home” again.

There are several reasons for that with the biggest one being financial in nature.

When we were growing up, Springfield was a small town with moderately priced brand new homes.  The entire town was developed as a kitchen community for the Military and Government employees in Washington, D.C., Arlington and Alexandria.

In the almost 50 years since I moved away, the “small town” has become a medium sized city with a huge increase in the cost of living.

It is located in Fairfax County, and “just scraping by” are people with incomes over 100K a year.  George, being a registered nurse, has never made more than 50K a year. And with me being a drug counselor my income would not have been enough to equal the amount necessary to live a comfortable life back home. None of my clients were ever rolling in money!

The “average” first home in Springfield is above a million dollars now. My parents bought their house for $9000.00 in 1951 and sold it ten years later for a larger more expensive one at $17000.00.  They sold that house after we all had graduated high school for over $250,000.00 in 1972.

The prices have only gone up since then.

Secondarily, neither George nor I have any family members living in Springfield. The closest family member for either of us is my eldest brother in Arlington.  It is only ten miles distant, but the travel time to visit from Springfield to Arlington is over an hour.

There are over 100K people living in Springfield now and it has lost the feeling of a community. People often have no idea who their neighbors are and I could not bear to live that way.

The crime rate in Springfield when I was a child was practically nonexistent.  Oh there was one murder during all the years I lived there, a couple of drunk driver arrests and every now and then a kid or two was taken to the police station for breaking curfew.  But people didn’t lock their doors; they let the kids wander all over without supervision and knew the kids were safe. I remember the family going for a two week vacation and Mother and Dad didn’t even lock up the house. They just told the neighbors when we’d return and trust everything would be ok…and it was.

Now, the crime rate is a little higher than average for a city of 100K. People lock their cars, their houses, and have alarm systems on both.

No, I simply can not see George and I even visiting our home town again.

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