I was just thinking about when I've moved to different states during my lifetime so far, and it seems the "new" states do not welcome me very much. Prior to the age of 11 I was happy living in the country mountains of Colorado but suddenly (at 11), without warning, my family (minus my dad) moved to the city of Colorado Springs, Colorado. I had friends in Conifer, Colorado; left them behind. Within the first year, maybe early in the 2nd (it's been a while) my 3-speed bike and skateboard were stolen, and I was mugged riding my bike to downtown. Fast forward 16 years and I meet, marry the love of my life, and get two wonderful children. We live once again outside a small town, in the country. I was happy, but, 5 years later we move to Las Cruces, New Mexico. Within the 1st year my son's tricycle got stolen from our driveway. Later that same year, Christmas Eve to be exact, the house we were renting was broken into and we lost some things; a VCR, a Nintendo 64, some of my wife's jewelry, and worst of all my kid's lost their trust of people. 2 years later we moved to Missouri. On the way there we stopped in Tulsa, Oklahoma where my wife forgot her purse at a McDonald's and it was stolen. It contained all of the money orders we had to use for gas and moving money. But we made it to Missouri where I thought we lived happily for the next 11 years in rural MO (the country). Not happy enough though, because in 2011 we decide to move to Austin, Texas. Less than a month later my wife had a heart attack (Dec. 21; Winter Solstice), then a month after that she passed away. WTF?
And people wonder why I don't like moving to different states? Hmm... I wonder! It seems that every time I move from the country to a city, life there does not start well, to say the least.