I agree, Ninks. You put it so much better!
Violet, there's a big problem with moving around.
And that's a) property values, which are by consequence linked to rental prices b) tenancy laws.
This really comes to a head when you have a family or young children.
You can't just pick up and move a lot of times unless you've got a fair amount of money, or what is considered a fair amount of money by even working poor people like our family.
Do I think it's a good idea to expand horizons for everyone?
Well, I've lived in 9 countries and travelled to 41 others and no, I can't say it is.
But, laying aside that, there are the practicalities of it.
Let's just say I'm a lone parent (I'm not) and use me as an example.
Let's assume I was born and bred here, in Western Scotland.
Let's say I got sprogged up by some loser who swanned off and I can't get hold of him.
Let's say I'm on my own.
This is a rural location and I'm unskilled.
I don't have many employment options that provide childcare options for wee one.
I decide to move to Glasgow, the closest city even though it is 81 miles away and takes at the very least 2 hours and a ferry crossing to get to.
I look for work, but I don't get many responses because I'm not local.
It takes, quite literally, an entire day to get there and back to any interview and cost me at least 10 pounds.
But in order to move, I need to prove the council or HA I have: a local connection (if not family then having lived there at least 6 months out of the last 2 years) or a job.
Hmm.
Guess moving's sort of out because I can't find a private landlord to take me on as DSS with a kid and I don't have 6 months rent to advance.
And I can't get a job as I'm not local and I'm unskilled.
On yer bike, my ARSE.
I personally have four close friends whose childhoods were effectively ruined and fucked because of this line of thinking.
My former boss is going to throw a party when Margaret Thatcher carks it, because she remembers when she was 7 and her father, a nautical engineer, paced the floors all night with worry and her mother cried into her morning tea.
She remembers the aid given by tinkers in the traveller's sites they lived in to survive and waking up in the one-bed flat their family of 5 was allocated in winter in Wick - ever been to that shithole?- after her father ran the entire length of this country from Greenock looking for work.
She remembers being awakened by light and discovering it was silverfish crawling on the floors and walls and the moon reflecting off them through the uncurtained, single-glazed windows.
And that was the childhood in one of the richest countries in the world?
That is totally wrong, IMO.
And we're a working poor who would be better off splitting up.
We don't.
And we have nothing but compassion for people who are doing it on their own.
After all, it's children we're talking about here!