Filth = sadness
I've been watching this build up of homeless in my neighbourhood. There is some development going on in the downtown eastside and my area is pretty good for direct access to it. So there are more and more people sleeping under trees, begging for change, hookers and plain sight drug deals going on. I really wish that I was kidding but I'm not. It sucks to have all this going on but it's not the people... I can co-habituate an area with this shit going on for now and can revisit my feelings if I become uneasy... it's not the people.. it's their filth. The added trash, discarded clothing, puke at the bus stop etc, etc. That's what annoys me and makes me sad about my neighbourhood.
Before you read what I write. Read who I am.
Originally from Alberta and in the last number of years having been living in Vancouver, British Columbia. We are now living in Woolwich, London where we inhabit a wonderful little 2 floor flat in the Royal Arsenal. The family has grown over the years from being just my wife and I to the family of four we are now.
My work has brought us to London for the next two years where for the first time in ages we will live in the same house for more than a birthday. The experience is written below from then till now. With a view of the Thames from our windows and boat ride to work the new life begins.