Where I live is more important. I am looking forward to marrying my fiance and living in his country 3000+ miles from where I am now. I have no illusions at my age that I've had a career or ever had big plans for my life. My job pays my rent, feeds me and mine, and gets me where I want to be most times. I do not live for my job. If I could have the ideal job, I have no idea what it would be. Own my own bookstore perhaps? But I will never have the money to do that. So it's a dream deferred. So I read books, imagine writing them (I'm not disciplined enough to ever finish one), and comment on others' books. But I would chuck all of it right now to be in the same place as the man I love. Unfortunately, money, immigration, our governments, and circumstances prevent all of that from happening right now. Patience is not my strong suit.