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The year that my girls were 4 and 9, I got a huge job opportunity in another city. I didn’t know the city at all, but I had already worked for the owner of the business previously, so I felt comfortable relocating for the job. It turns out I ended up renting an apartment in a really bad neighborhood – an eye-opening experience, to say the least.
The day I drove four hours away to find a new place to live, one of the places was in a quirky old Victorian house. The 2-bedroom apartment was on the second and third floor of the house and had all sorts of charming nooks and crannies, plus a giant loft on the third floor for the girls to share. It was well within my budget, and the owner didn’t even have me fill out a formal application.
Where were you living, and for how long?
When I went to see the place, there were a few signs that should have tipped me off, but I completely missed them at the time. None of the other tenants were around, so I assumed they were all working-class folks like me. The apartment and hallways were clean on the day of my visit, but the exterior was a bit run down. Houses nearby were in various states of disrepair as well. But I had my eye on the price, and it was by far the largest apartment I had looked at in my price range, so I happily committed to renting it for a year.
We lived in an old house that had been divided up into five apartments in a sketchy part of a small city in southern Ontario, Canada. I had no idea when renting it that we’d be living in a bad neighborhood.
What issues arose due to living in a bad neighborhood?
The day we moved in, I began to get a bad vibe. My mother had come up to Canada to help me get moved with the girls, and I’d hired a truck with two guys to carry our stuff up the stairs. When we arrived, the screened porch through which we entered was populated by several men who catcalled me when I was going up the stairs.
I brushed it off and thought I was letting my imagination run away with me. When my mother and the kids arrived, my mom also expressed some doubt about my new neighbors. The girls were excitedly exploring all the nooks and crannies of our new home.
The first night was extremely loud
People were shouting in the hallway, a couple was fighting, and I was awakened by the blue lights and sirens of police cars going down the road three separate times. The next day my mom was headed back to the US, and she told me to make the best of it. I started my new job the day after that, so I worked as fast as I could to get unpacked during my single day off. The entire time I was unpacking, I felt a strong sense of unease as I began to realize we were living in a bad neighborhood.
The third night was terrifying, and I knew for sure that I’d made a terrible mistake. Some guy banged at our flimsy door asking if I wanted to “be friendly” and have a drink with the neighbors. I said that I was putting my kids to bed and didn’t open the door. I heard the guy rattling my doorknob, and the night was punctuated by a fight in the hallway.
A few days later, I was bringing the girls home after school and daycare, and a fight erupted as we were going up the stairs. The next thing we knew, men were brawling and throwing beer bottles at one another. There was shattered glass everywhere. We rushed up the stairs and locked the door, and I thought, I’ve got to get out of here.
What did you do for groceries and a clean water supply?
I used food that I had put back in my pantry and moved with us. The water was just normal city water and wasn’t bad. I didn’t want to spend a dime I didn’t have to because the second I had the money to do it, I was moving out.
Did you have any dependents or pets while living in a bad neighborhood?
My two daughters lived with me, along with our cat. I was really worried that when my ex-husband came to pick up the girls, he wouldn’t want to bring them back to live in a bad neighborhood like that.
How did you keep yourself safe living in a bad neighborhood?
As I mentioned before, the door was very flimsy. Even I could have broken it in with a sturdy kick. I didn’t want the girls to be afraid, so I kept the television or radio on loudly so they couldn’t hear as much of what was going on out in the corridor.
After the night of the fight, I began fortifying my position to the best of my ability. Keep in mind I was living in a country where I couldn’t have a firearm. Nonetheless, I decided that if anyone was coming in, they’d have to get through me first.
After the girls were tucked in every night, I pulled the sofa in front of the door and slept on it, fully charged cordless phone in my hand. That way, at the very least, nobody could sneak in. I never spent another night in the bedroom of that apartment while we were living in a bad neighborhood.
I spent the rest of the time we lived there on my sofa dragged in front of the door.
Each morning, I was up before the girls and pushed the sofa back to its spot so they wouldn’t see how freaked out their mom was. The kids were not allowed to talk to the neighbors or play outside the entire time we lived there.
In the five weeks we spent living in a bad neighborhood, the police were at our building more than once a week. We had to pick our way down the stairs through broken beer bottles on a regular basis. The neighbors thought I was “unfriendly” and “snobby.”
What was your income like, and how did you stick to a low-budget while living in a bad neighborhood?
I had relocated for a new, higher-paying job. We’d been living pretty much hand to mouth before this opportunity arose. So, I stuck with the strategies we’d had before, putting back every single dime for the day that I could relocate.
How did you get yourself out of the situation?
I spent five weeks living in a bad neighborhood. First and last month’s rent were paid, so I just didn’t pay rent the second month. I saved every penny I could and had to get an advance at work to pay deposits on another place. My boss thought I was being melodramatic until I invited him over. He cut me a check for the deposit the next day.
Even with the big raise, moving twice in five weeks was almost a death blow to my budget. Once we got to our safe new location money was still very tight. I spent at least three more months paying back my advance and tackling the higher rent. We didn’t really end up reaping the rewards of the better-paying job for about six months.
What was your biggest takeaway? If you could give any piece of advice to someone going through a similar situation, what would it be?
If you are relocating to another city, go to the expense of staying overnight. Visit your prospective home at different times during the day to get a better feel for the neighborhood. If you have bad vibes, listen to them – because you’re probably right. And if a huge, freshly painted apartment seems too good to be true, there’s probably a reason the rent is so low.
Figure out ways to fortify your home from intruders and have a plan in case someone gets through your fortifications. There’s a fine line between scaring the snot out of your kids and explaining enough to keep them safe. I’d rather err on the scary side than not tell them enough for them to keep their guard up.
What are your thoughts about living in a bad neighborhood?
Have you ever lived in a really bad neighborhood? How did you end up there? How did you stay safe? Let’s talk about living in a bad neighborhood in the comments.
Daisy Luther is a coffee-swigging, adventure-seeking, globe-trotting blogger. She is the founder and publisher of three websites. 1) The Organic Prepper, which is about current events, preparedness, self-reliance, and the pursuit of liberty; 2) The Frugalite, a website with thrifty tips and solutions to help people get a handle on their personal finances without feeling deprived; and 3) PreppersDailyNews.com, an aggregate site where you can find links to all the most important news for those who wish to be prepared. Her work is widely republished across alternative media and she has appeared in many interviews.
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