We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
As a resident of flyover country by choice, and a Southerner beyond that, I get worried about the glories of New York.
BTDT. As I have San Francisco and L.A.
I'm lucky enough to have a skill that is purely in demand in all those areas, as well as in most other major metropolitan areas. But I'm personally thanking The Good Lord every day that I found a haven out here in the sticks.
I could make more money, but my housing costs would eat it all up. Beyond that, I'd have to live there, and the very thought of it makes my skin crawl.
There's no accounting for taste, and you can use whatever French expression you wish to use to say that. (I'd write "Chalkoon ah son Goute" here, but I'd lose most of my redneck street cred if I started talking French!)
If you like it, more power to you. But the thought of being in those swarms unarmed worries me beyond my capacity to stand it for more than a week or so at a stretch.