I am a recent St. Louis, MO transplant. I decided to drop everything and live with an old friend of mine here.
Currently adjusting to the "recent college-dropout" identity.
Also, starting to love the "blue-collar manual laborer" identity. I bought a really nice Carhartt jacket because everyone loves to put on costumes.
I don't know where I want to spend the rest of my life. Hopefully I'll be somewhere nice but I trust people and even if its a cesspool of shit I'll be comforted by what I think is the enduring/endearing nature of human empathy. Someday I would love to chat with my next-door neighbor about "safe" topics like the weather, gas prices, and how their kids are doing in school. I'll smile with a comfortable level of resignation, knowing that I won't have much to say about mine but hearing about their's is good enough for me.
Chances are, I'm going to be killed on my bicycle by some kid texting so my nice little fantasy is likely to be just that.