Moving when older

When young, moving was fun, very fun, to fun to describe.
Who didn't want to move when younger, either as a kid into a new house, or as a young adult into a new apartment or to a new city, town, house.
Moving was so fun when young.

Now fast forward a few decades, and unless wealthy, and have a ton of support from friends or family, moving can take on a nightmarish feel, especially in today's ever shifting demographics.

There's a lot of variables.

I mean if rich, no problem, cause your moving from one secluded castle to another.
But when poor, you're usually moving from one shack to another.

And if a minority, and alone, the sense of alienation can be even worse, especially if moving into an area where minorities or non whites are few...and sadly, or truthfully, those are usually the cleanest, safest, areas to move.

It's why many older more mature blacks or people of color so hate being embarraced by younger types on social media or the news, cause the press is usually bad, and so when you, as a B person, want to move to a nicer area, everyone and their mamma think you're bringing the noise, the litter, the crime, the drugs.
And if a single B male, it's even worse, the negative perception that is, even among other people of color.

But actually, I've learned, it's adult single working class B men who make the best neighbors, because they're more cognitively aware of how their perceived, and so go out of their way to be extra quiet, clean, and etc.

It's single adult B females, with kids, are the worst...in that they attract thug types.
B women, for whatever reason, tend to date down....maybe they like the control factor, cause if you date down, that means usually the man is dependent on you for income.
Keep the man needy type of thing.

Anyways, I may have to move soon, and not happy about it.
I'm mad at myself for getting to comfortable where I'm at now, getting to much 'stuff'.
The more comfortable you are, the harder it is to tear yourself away from that comfort.
I should have kept the place empty and bare so that I'd never feel at home here.

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Wherever I move, it can't be around noise. I can't stand noise when I'm home. When home, it has to be dead quite or I can't concentrate...that means not hearing other peoples music, no barking dogs, no annoying train horn, etc.

The last two places I've lived have been dead quiet, hopefully the next place will be, or I guess I just won't move there.