Uh-oh. I was wondering how long into my turnaround project it would be before I ran head-on into this as one possible explanation for my embarassing situation:
Consider the irrational attachment to New York City that would prompt a family of four to live in a one-bedroom apartment, for example. We left reluctantly, viewed it as a sacrifice for the kids, and predicted living in the suburbs would make us unhappy. Strangely, it turned out to be quite the opposite.
(Courtesy of FMF).
It's not like I hadn't thought of this before. I do wonder if I'm spending too much of life's energy to live here in LA because of the fear that "other places" will make me unhappy. I wonder if simplifying will lead to a stronger, more secure existence. I've already touched on big gaping hole that sits between Los Angeles wages and Los Angeles cost of living. And I'm well aware that I could take a job in St. Louis and quadruple my standard of living. So why am I still here? The quick answer is that frankly, suburbs scare the living daylights out of me.