Is it me or is it Phoenix? Or, when is it time to move vs. when is it time to try to bloom where you're planted?
I'll try my best to make this brief.
I have been in the Phoenix area for about a year and a half and have a love/hate relationship with the place. I love the gorgeous winters and the relatively low cost of living. I hate that I have not made any real friends here and have had a really hard time dating and find that there's not much to do here outside of eating, drinking, hiking and biking (the former are fine in moderation, the latter, not really my thing.)
I'm a city girl but haven't actually lived in a city since '98 when I left my copy editing job in Boston to go work as a reporter in South Florida.
Here's where it gets kind of tricky: In hindsight, Boston was wonderful. I had a great job at a great paper and made good money for my age and circumstances. I travelled a lot and was generally in a good situation. But I was depressed a lot.
So I got a job in Florida and the first three years there were good. Journalists are generally a really social bunch and I again had a good crew of friends, did interesting work, travelled a bit. But I was depressed a lot.
Then I went to law school and got some help for the depression but hated law school and Miami as a city. Leaving journalism after 10 years was tough, very tough (and no, I can't go back to newspapers in this market) And the drugs stopped working and I had a hard time finding a new one to work. I kept seeing my therapist for awhile but after I left school, I was no longer able to see her or find another suitable replacement. I was unhappy in Miami though I did have far more connections there than I do here in Phoenix.
Now, there's Phoenix, which started out OK ... My parents are here (which goes more into the "con" list than the "pro" list and I did move here to be closer to them after fifteen years of living in different states) but now it's just weekends of doing everything alone. I enjoy my own company but this is getting to be ridiculous.
Now, on the verge of my 38th birthday, I'm wondering if I'll ever be content where I live or with my life. I've tried very, very hard to be. I found a new therapist (who I've had issues with. She's cancelled two appointments at the last minute and once left town on the day of a scheduled appointment but didn't tell me), I stopped working for my parents and found an OK job, I joined some meetups, I get the requisite amount of sunshine, exercise .... But everything is still just
OK. Still no friends, still no dating prospects ... and I'm wondering if maybe a conservative, sprawling suburb is not for me and I need to set my sights on a larger city (I grew up in Brooklyn before moving to the midwest as a teen and I don't think I ever got over that shock.)
Or maybe I am just a perpetual malcontent? My friends affectionately call me "the baby curmudgeon." Now I fear that if I try to pick up and leave again, I'll just look like a flake who has no idea how to find some rootedness and happiness (I guess there's some truth to the latter part.)
So I guess my question is, is it worth it to try a larger city where my social prospects might be greater (I'm leaning toward L.A. or Chicago) or do I try to bloom here in Phoenix? And if I am to bloom, how? Hmmm...I guess that wasn't so brief.
What exactly did you like about Boston? Not your circumstances while living there, but what the city did for you. Can you find any of those same things in Phoenix? For example, maybe Boston has a lot of independent bookstores you liked to browse. Maybe someone can suggest similar stores in Phoenix. Etc.
Also, can you get your fix by travelling occasionally to places you love? My mother has met some fantastic people in travel groups, so it would kill two birds with one stone.
posted by desjardins at 4:47 PM on May 6