
Same anywhere you go.
The natives are great, it's the fucking locusts that come in, drive up real estate prices, and piss in the lakes that get me.
(As a PacNW native, I, too, have had similar experiences, just delayed. Hear Portland, OR is now experiencing the same problems that Seattle had in the late '80s-mid '90s.)
In that final hour, when each breath is a struggle to take, and you are looking back over your life's accomplishments, which memories would you treasure? The empires you built, or the joy you spread to others?
Therin lies the true measure of a man.