After 8 years on the East Coast, in the heart of New England, somewhere between the bustle of Boston and the beaches of the Cape, our family was waging a losing battle. Despite our dual incomes, our Yankee work ethic, and our best intentions, we were falling further and further behind financially. We loved our hometown, loved our families who lived nearby, and loved the ocean and the mountains that were a short car ride away.
What we hated though, was that we never seemed to be able to save for the future. That houses cost 3 times the national average. That we'd lived in our neighborhood for 8 years and still hadn't made any real friends. We hated that drivers were rude, service never came with a smile, and people never put down their cell phones. That our state's unofficial nickname was Taxachusetts. But most of all, we hated that we were earning what people in the rest of the country would probably consider a successful living, and yet we were always struggling to get by.
So we discussed and debated, analyzed and argued, and finally came to the conclusion that if we ever wanted to retire, or send our only child to college, we needed to leave.
And that's exactly what we did.
So we discussed and debated, analyzed and argued, and finally came to the conclusion that if we ever wanted to retire, or send our only child to college, we needed to leave.
And that's exactly what we did.
