The City seems incredibly risky to rural folks, economically speaking. The housing prices seem absolutely insane, and earning enough money to cover it seems imp

The City seems incredibly risky to rural folks, economically speaking. The housing prices seem absolutely insane, and earning enough money to cover it seems impossible. So maybe you land a job first, then move, and it turns out you can (barely) scrape by renting in some place with a roommate in an area where you hear at least one gunshot a week. Great. I mean you heard at least one gunshot a week back home, right? Granted the targets were of another sort, but hey, different strokes. Then something goes wrong, and you don't know anyone (your family and friends are all back in the trailer parks and falling-down family farmhouses back where you came from), and you're a couple weeks away from being out on your ass and trying to decide between spending your remaining time looking for a job so you can keep scraping by, and digging in the couch cushions for money to buy a sandwich and a bus ticket home. That's what low-(valued)-skill rural folks expect from an attempt to move to the city—and it's not the high-(valued)-skill ones who need help. Renting a crappy trailer for a couple hundred a month or living in cousin Eddie's broken RV parked in his A-frame's front yard next to his spare-parts truck, collecting food stamps, and working part-time when you can doesn't seem so bad by comparison.