Places that don't make sense for long-term living

[doug rr]

have heard that Nashville lacks longevity as well

Because no one can afford to live there.

Nashville, TN population: 1.3 million

PS - TRAVEL FORUM!

late 90s and early 2000s we were in Nashville quite often..always thought it might be the only land locked place I could live..not anymore

It’s saving grace is it’s still blue in a sea of red.

its a great city, I just dont have the desire to live there anymore

[Ms Harmless]

Earth

[Ms Harmless]

The Mariana Trench

[spike]

Earth

lock er up

[96583UP]

Brooklyn

is a shithole

for example

yet people work hard to convince themselves living there makes sense

Awful take. Some neighborhoods are amazing.

yet people work hard to convince themselves living there makes sense

[Stardog Champion]

New Orleans

Damn, first place listed.

It's fair though. Our lack of what most people in this country would consider basic working infrastructure, combined with a relative lawlessness, makes for a difficult sell for a lot of people. A lot of us who stay see the negatives outweighed by the joys of festival season, tight-knit communities, and other positives.

It's getting to be unaffordable though. That's becoming the bigger problem at the moment.

[Anders]

[Anders]

Beautiful though.

[Happy Trees]

Milwaukee

[Anders]

Probably better than that moon.

[spike]

Milwaukee

I left nearly fifteen years ago.

[Strat]

Vail, CO

BYE!

MN Here we come

[96583UP]

congrats

[Higgs]

Top of a hill in a windy suburb on an increasingly busy (read: noisy) dual carriageway road.

Its getting real old though.

[spike]

I’m totally over our city place. It’s a four floor town home: bedrooms third floor, kitchen second floor, living room first floor, finished basement/second living space. It was not very functional with a baby, and continues to be tough with a toddler.

While I enjoy the exercise all the stairs provide, and could certainly use it, it gets old day after day. A normally chill day at home with the kid can end up exhausting going up and down floors depending on her needs etc.

We haven’t been there since mid December, and I’m sort of dreading going back tomorrow. I hate feeling that way about our primary home.

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city living has its advantages but not sure i could handle it with a child, of any size

think i would just constantly be looking for the out

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

Just leave a note. Something like:

estoy comprando cigarillos

p.s yo soy gay

[96583UP]

well the ciudad has a lot more gays

so tough call

[96583UP]

being out if the city is nice bc it is much quieter, cleaner, can let your guard down, more peripheral vision use