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man i just had a stupid long explanation and i accidentally hit one of those f12 type keys and then backspace and somehow lost it.

so i guess i can try and sum it up

ohio= paradise, heartland. woods. plains. lakes. hills from the outskirts of the appalachian mountains. great lakes to the north. it was amazing to white settlers and i have direct ancestors involved in the "settling" of it. (they killed the fuck out of indians. RIP/shame)

well in the industrial era, ohio boomed because of its location between the east coast and chicago. where train tracks met, factories went up. where factories went up people moved in in search of good paying work.

when factories failed, people stayed because they couldnt leave, suburbs turned to slums, poor people procreate, slums grow, cities turn to shit.

the more money you make the farther you commute into work.

now where i am at is inbetween the hood, hood. and nice whiteville. i mean some would probably consider it the hood because its all black people and mexicans/hondurans/immigrants and its poor and theres fights, gunshots at night etc.

but i mean its weird because its just my street is back in the middle of nothingness, like its a normal neighborhood, coming down the street, then its like 27 "apartment" buildings, and a street that turns off of those, with more apartment buildings and i live at the end of that street.

well anyways tho 20 minutes west and i'm in the beginnings of amish country and farm land. its paradise. "the amish kitchen" is hands down the best restaurant i've ever eaten at as far as like, thanksgiving type food goes. potato's turkey, that type of stuff. the amish get down yo. also the amish make the best furniture, hands down. but you gotta be rich to cop that shit.

20 minutes south and your in the STICKS. but beautiful woods, the paradise the white people killed indians for. streams and rivers full of beavers. skys full of bald eagles and forest canopies. waterfalls, caves. its really fucking beatiful.

its where the ohio plains meet the appalachian mountains, so while it can't be called mountains its just giant rolling hills

paradise.

my mom lives down there. i would live down there in a heartbeat.

the only bad thing is

commuting to work. the only jobs in those places are a random factory in the middle of nowhere, a farm, or wal mart. wal marts are perfect for these small towns because its one place where you can get anything. thy are situated on highways, not really in the town. but they are there.

my moms "town" is like 3 buildings. where she lives is really the middle of nowhere. you take like 8 turns down forever increasingly sketchy streets, in to territory straight out of wrong turn before coming to a little community of like 40 places all spaced out in the woods, along "wills creek" which is basically a river. there is a store straight out of "where the red fern grows" where you can buy daily necessities and bait and other hillbilly stuff.

but basically its paradise

but yea my main point is its all money

you dont need much money to live in those beautiful places but everyone wants to live in those places but everyone who lives there already has the jobs and to commute places you need money and its just a hassle to do anything the modern world requires

so people stay in shitty cities because hey if you get fired at least you can take a bus to mcdonalds to pay your rent if shit goes south