Did that once already. Was a great experience living on the West Coast and probably developed more of an appreciation for my hometown being out there, so now I'm back east where I belong and very content.

I love my house and my neighbourhood. If I could have changed anything, it would have been to buy a house at a younger age instead of renting for so long. Although I loved the carefree low maintenance downtown apartments dweller's life in my twenties, I could have been building equity in a condo and I'd be closer to being mortgage free at this point in my life. Then again, it's only money and there's a pretty good chance that idf I was mortgage free I'd spend the cash on something frivolous anyway.

If we had known how much the house prices would sky rocket we would have bought a house in a smaller town then. Now we live in the only place we can afford, the city. We are not happy with the fact that we are so limited where we can live. Of course the smaller towns that used to be "just small towns" now get to put up with the yuppies who have moved into those little hamlets, taken over the schools, drove up the taxes, and look down their noses at the original city folk who are not as good as them.built their fancy new houses that used to be farmland, and have taken away what used to be that small town charm. so it is probably a toss up, there are good and bad where ever you go. "

Nothing wrong with Fantasyland...at least the parking's free.

The town I live in, a suburb fifty miles east of LA, used to be a great place to live. It was called "the city of country living," and unlike other suburban areas in SoCal, there was open space and no congestion. Then they came. They put down cash for expensive four- and five-bedroom homes. They created a demand for housing that got developers excited about denuding hillsides and using up every square inch of open space to accomadate them and make money. Signs started going up in their languages and congestion became the order of the day. The cultural landscape changed radically. A louder, ruder, more obnoxious lot you'd be hard-pressed to find. Their numbers meant they could elect a mayor, and elect one they did, a corrupt politician that takes kickbacks and appoints his immigrant cronies to public bureaus. Natives started moving out, and with every departure there were more of them moving in to fill the void. Suddenly it wasn't America anymore. Call me xenophobic. Call me nostalgic. Call me sentimental. But all anyone really wants is to live in the country he grew up in, but that's all changed now. I am an alien in my own country, surrounded by immigrant hordes that are as different from earlier immigrants as day is from night. Their huge number means they don't have to assimilate. They do not patronize American businesses nor have much else to do with the native population. Those natives that remain find themselves living in a bizarre and alien dimension from the Twilight Zone. Beam me up, Scotty, and will the last American to leave, please bring the flag.

. . .if I hated it I'd move. . .

My East coast sarcasm and satire are being totally wasted here in Indianapolis, I fit in as well here as Lily Tomlin at a Miss USA pageant would.

I'm actually very happy with where I'm living. I've lived in the same house my whole life (16 years) and I'm content. I'm actually kind of dreading moving away when I graduate and go to college, because I'm comfortable where I am. But I guess we all have to step out of our comfort zones once in awhile.

Despite all the problems most have with Phoenix, I like the place.

I presently live in an apartment in West New York, New Jersey right across the Hudson from NYC and I absolutely positively HATE IT! The community is predominantly Spanish speaking immigrants who've done little to assimilate. Apparently to my amazement it's culturally acceptable to play your music to 3am every night at a zillion decibles with no regard for anyone else living in the building. ( I guess when you have no job drinking and dancing your life away is a viable option.) The neighbors steal my New York Post when it's delivered in the morning (unless I make a point to meet the paper boy at 5am) but they conveniently leave the Wall Street Journal (I guess this is too high brow).... The school system is a disaster (forcing us to send our boy to private Catholic School... which is a blessing but an hour drive every morning and evening for me and the fiancee). And the police department is non-responsive when you call them for quality of life issues- like mind-numbing noise complaints. Parking in the area is a mess (so I'm grateful to have a spot in a local lot) and shopping in the area sucks. The fiancee and me bit the bullet this year so we could save for our wedding and honeymoon but we couldn't be moving out soon enough after we're hitched.