I live 1.5 miles from the house I grew up in. (Yes, I did look that up on Google maps. Is there anything those Google folks can't do? If only they could create calorie-free ice cream or a live feed of all past and present Bachelor couples at all times. Priorities people.)
I'd like to believe that my proximity to my childhood home has more to do with convenience and really liking the area rather than thinking I am totally boring and scared of trying anything new. In my defense I did study abroad in Rome for a semester and spent 4 years a whole 3-hour car ride away (a full three and a half hours with traffic, thankyouverymuch) in State College, so that has to count for something, right?
Back when I first graduated from college, whenever I had a bad day at work I would go on Craigslist and look at apartments for a tiny town in Maine. I think I secretly believed I could be the real life equivalent of Lorelei on Gilmore Girls, just without the child or the group of writers making up my life each week. Each apartment had to be totally realistic. Within my budget, with cute pictures, and OK with dogs. Then, inevitably life would get better, or the weekend would roll around, or I would remember that they get an unreasonable amount of snow in Maine and I wouldn't know anyone, and life would go back to normal again.
There is a part of me that wishes I'd had (or made) the opportunity to live in a big city as an adult after college. I think there's something really cool about being able to immerse yourself in a totally new and prove yourself on a big stage that way. Kudos to all of you who were brave enough to do it!
Now Mike and I are both fortunate enough to have most of our family members in the area, along with good jobs and a nice place to live and fun friends and a good yard with a golden retriever named Jake next door that Clyde can bark at all day. If that weren't the case, we always say we would totally move to California or Florida, where there is gorgeous warm weather almost year round.
In an ideal world, where would you live?