The scenery was nice, when it wasn't shaking or burning. The cost of living was out of this world, too.
The cost of living is high, no question. I actually left Cali a couple of years ago to chase a lower cost of living. I never had any illusion that where I was going was going to offer the kind of recreational benefits that I enjoyed in Cali, but I thought the lower cost of living and the resulting extra money in my bank account would definitely compensate for it. I bought an enormous and beautiful house for less than it would cost to rent an apartment here.
Problem?
I took almost a 50% hit on my salary right off the hop.
The aircraft hanger sized house that I could now afford cost me 6 times as much to heat, cool and power than did my Cali house... partially because of its' size, and partially because of the fact that it was in the middle of No Country for Old Men type heat.
My health care insurance cost tripled, and required heavy deductibles and co-pays... despite the fact that every cost calculator, website, etc. that I researched indicated that it would be cheaper.
Commute distances were no less than what they were in Cali.... despite the fact that every cost calculator, website, etc. that I researched indicated that they would be.
Food was no less than it was in Cali....despite the fact that every cost calculator, website, etc. that I researched indicated that it would be.
My car insurance was no less than it was in Cali... despite the fact that every cost calculator, website, etc. that I researched indicated that it would be.
So, long story short, at the end of the day I was not one dollar further ahead living in my big house in the "lowest cost of living" part of the USA than I was living in the place I really wanted to. I guess I could have moved into a little house or apartment and perhaps saved some money... but the idea of moving was to improve quality of life, not replicate it in a place that I would rather not be.
So, for me, it made sense to move back. Now I live where I want to... just like all of you. We're all happy.
So tomorrow morning, when I walk out onto the patio of my overpriced housing and look out across the ocean in the distance, I'll once again smile and stretch, take a deep breath of the cool air and, with my guns in their safe and my pockets as full as they were in the desert, be content in the knowledge that I have found my own personal paradise.... just like, I'm sure, all of you do each day.
Right?