That's where I am now. Living with my brother and sister-in-law until they leave for Australia. Then I will be on my own out here.
I like it mostly. The mountains are very pretty but too far away. I went to see Fiddler on the Roof last night with my Aunt and Uncle and cousins and it was pretty awesome. I like having my cousins around but I just had a demoralizing conversation with the youngest one.
Basically, in her opinion, people who don't end up working in a job on her specialized list (doctor, lawyer, psychiatrist, pilot, etc) are not successful. I tried to figure out whether she valued the money or the accomplishment but she didn't seem to care. Any person working, for example, in a factory or managing a store was not successful. It didn't matter if that person had a happy or fulfilling life; they were not successful. It is just kind of sad to realize that my personal failure in life will be compounded by my family thinking I am a worthless bum. Le sigh.
... And it turns out my sister in law agrees. If I don't get wealth and power to some extent, I am not successful. My personal goals and enjoyments don't count for anything in determining success.
I hate this whole world.