My elderly father recently passed away in the home he bought new in East Detroit [[now Eastpointe) after WWII. I escaped the homogenized town in my late teens. Too quiet. Too dull.
As he aged, I was glad he lived in a quiet, dull place. He was safe, and he was comfortable in his quiet home.
Neighborhood changed recently, with more car thefts, burglaries, and vandalism in a few months than he observed over decades in the past. His block of seventeen homes has three for sale. The block behind him had seven for sale last month. Asking price for one home is less than I paid for my last new car.
The location served him well, but I worry about the future.