Alaska. Yes, Alaska - a bit away from the off-skirts of Anchorage. One of the worst states to live in, a state filled with oh-so many problems.
Do I like it here? No.
Do I want to leave? Yes.
Can I leave?
Maybe, but it'd take effort.
I work as a seasonal fisherman in Alaska. When I can't work the season, I find whatever jobs I can get - delivery driver, cashier, whatever.
It's worth it, though. It beats living in a suburb where there's people constantly bothering you.
Used to live in West Virginia - got born into a cult of sorts. Got out when I was young, it was all bullshit, genuine bullshit.
I don't care if it's hard work! I can't fire my guns in a suburban back yard, you know that?! Learning to defend myself - doing target practice in my back-yard's "illegal?!"
Nobody gets to bother me in my home, a home I bought with MY damn money!
It's not about paranoia, my guns are legal (for now) god-dammit - but I don't care about neighbors.
I just want to tinker with my firearms in peace! And if I want my peace, I need to be rural and I'm not going back 'home'.
I could leave, can I leave?
Maybe, but it'd take effort.
I'm not giving up my space, my sanctuary is the scenery here.
Predominantly, it's seasonal work. Fishing's rough, it's why I moved to Alaska. The days are long, rough, possibly even dangerous - but at the end of it all, I go home with money. I don't have a career to look forward to, and I ain't studying legal code to figure out how to profit from my work in tinkering with guns - I ain't booksmart. Worst part's finding smaller jobs in the off-season, but I get by.
Sure, I spend money maintaining my home, buying gun-parts and cobbling stuff together (EDIT: FINISH THIS ASAP)