Familiar streets become stranger when every useful place is priced beyond your reach.

A neighbourhood can stay physically familiar while quietly ceasing to be yours. The buildings remain, the route to the corner is unchanged, and one by one the shops become somewhere you look at rather than enter, until the street is a set you happen to live on. That is a real form of displacement even though nobody has moved. Belonging depends on being able to take part in a place, not only stand in it.

Notice which nearby places you still actually use. Where a cheaper alternative exists, spending there keeps something alive that money alone will not bring back.