I'm guessing this topic has been discussed but daggone I couldn't find anything when searching for it. It's perfectly fine and understandable if you shame me by posting a link to said topic lol.
So, have you ever experienced visiting a place, being enthralled, and then living there only to have regrets about your decision? (I'm raising my hand here.)
For Mary and I it was Florida, specifically Melbourne FL. We had golden memories from our childhoods of vacationing in the Sunshine State. It was a slice of nirvana in our memories so I jumped at a job offer to work at Patrick AFB hardly believing our good fortune. It was a four-year tour. Yee-haw! Did Florida change from the 1970s to 1990s or was it me? Disney World and all of that stuff in Orlando was not so fun as we waited in long lines sweating through our clothes with my soggy daughter on my shoulders. After a few hours we were more grumpy and tired than anything as our bank account fell precipitously. Seemingly 8 months out of the year was like living in a sauna, sweating (again?) every time we got into the 140 degree car. Leave the window down? Right. A daily afternoon thunderstorm will leave you with a couple or more inches of water on the floor. Traffic? Holy moly. Not a problem in 1976 but then again I wasn't driving nor was I paying. Where's Grandpa when I need him?
Anyway I'm posting this to see if y'all had any experiences in this regard. And again I apologize if this topic has been beaten to death. Not that this happens around here.