I still live on the west coast and I don’t plan on leaving. I’ve resigned myself to accepting that I will always rent. I spent my adolescence in the Midwest and all my immediate family are there. I’m never going back. I can live a life here that doesn’t exist there.
I overheard some drunk fur traders speak of lands beyond both the west coast and the mid-west. They say if you can fight off the sea monsters and solve the riddles of an old hermit, you will even find lands to the far east. A land of milk and low interest rate home loans. I hear they don’t even have a word for roommate there…