I live in one of the bluest cities, in an allegedly blue state, around. I literally can't take it anymore. If I didn't have elderly people here to care for, I'd be out. It's like living with pod people.
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I live in the bluest of blues in the middle of the country. I’m getting my affairs in order and heading down south. I don’t have much, but I have faith whatever I find down there will offer more peace of mind than up here.
I’m sort of newly discovering faith, and since making this sort of switch it just seems…louder here. Dirtier. Angrier. And I can’t shake the feeling that, if I stay here, it’s going to do incredible damage to me.
I’d rather scrub dishes and live out of my car than cough up more of this city’s polluted air.
I hope things turn around for you. Stay strong.