I appreciate your response, divine1966. Unfortunately, the low-income housing I've seen here isn't nice. Where my mom lived before she died was nasty. I'm also limited because of my OCD. My boyfriend's church runs a low-income housing building. I've never been inside, but I couldn't live there because it's owned by a church.

When we were looking for a new apartment years ago, we went to this one place that gave me the skeevies. It stank, was dirty, we saw bugs, it was hot and stuffy, and much more. After that, I let my boyfriend do the actual visits, because after that, I had to go home and wash. I was almost in tears, thinking we might have to live in a place like that, but as soon as we got back to the car, my boyfriend said, "Hell, no!" and we found a much better place.