The Midwest is the closest thing to hell on Earth that I can imagine: brutal soul killing winters, flat scenery, gray skies, salt of the Earth hick types as far as the eye can see, a lack of convenient mass transit (read: trains that can take you anywhere), and the corn atop the shit sundae is the mystifying sense of local pride that infuses the spirit of most Midwesterners. I seriously think killing oneself is a better alternative to living in the Midwest for the rest of ones life.
I've been here for all but one of my thirty years on Earth, and all melodtrama aside, I'd honestly rather get hit by a bus than spend another ten years here.
On the other end of the spectrum, I just got back from Tokyo a few days ago: sunny skies every day for two weeks, temps in the high forties to low sixties every day, an incredible train system that eliminates the need to own a car, and stimulating experiences around every corner. For me it's the closest thing to an Earthly paradise conceivable. The only problem is that I'm an American by birth and don't want to work a dead end job as an English teaching monkey, which is about the only possibility available to me at this stage in the game.
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