No problem, mate. It may sound awful, but I am actually very relaxed and cozy. I do what I want to pretty much the whole day, and the homeless and drug addicts pretty much mind their own business unless they get caught up in deals with them. At least I don't live in Baltimore, like poster above. That's worse than sub-Saharan Africa.
After some years I plan on staying in the same area but moving to the countryside, just to get away from the people. My wife likes Amish country, which is nearby, so perhaps we'll move there.
Rust Belt prepares you for hard times. In a way, we are lucky. I spend a lot of time just walking around, exploring long abandoned factories and houses, crumbling infrastructure abound, taking in the general malaise.
Then, once in a while I'll take a trip to some other part of the country to one of endless suburbs, where everything is new, people are living easy, privileged lives in their McMansions, getting mad at some slight inconvenience like their Satarbucks order being wrong. You know the type. These people aren't prepared for anything. They are weaklings.