Eh, there are good paying jobs everywhere. And if there aren’t, you can make your own and move to wherever you want. California is beautiful, but to put up with everything relating to its politics and economics I’d have to make like 4x the money and they’d have to get really lax on their gun laws. I guess if I ran for Congress there and had side contracts it might work out. Oh, now I get it.
For now, I’ll remain in the more humid, free-ish, flat version.
FYI, to anyone who cites beaches as a reason to move somewhere, take it from someone who has been to many and has lived no farther than 30 minutes from one for his entire life—beaches are overrated. You might be different, but I find everything about it to be a pain. I suppose if I went more frequently and never took anything it MIGHT be ok. In my opinion, unless you have a beach house, it’s a pain to deal with going to the beach. You have to lug all of your crap through like 400 yards of soft sand because 99% of the beaches have no vehicle access. The sand is hot as hell so you still need to have flip flops until a bit past the hard packed sand—so you’re just flinging hot sand all over yourself. Wheels on coolers are useless so you basically just drag them. And then you sit there all day to make it all worth the effort. And if you have kids, multiply that by 2 for each kid.
I know some people who love going (my wife takes the kids during the summer while I’m working) and it is pretty, but I’d rather just have a pool and sit in it under a shade.
I’m just throwing that out there because people always bring that up when I travel about how nice our beaches are and how much Floridians must enjoy it. First, the Gulf is bathwater and second, hardly anyone goes to a beach as frequently as you think you would in your head. It’s like mountains for me. I love going to the mountains because it’s different. But after a week someplace, it’s pretty but it’s not like it was at the start of the trip. The grass is always greener somewhere else.
