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I really like RI. My wife was born in Johnston (about a half mile from where I now work), but her family moved away when she was little. It's funny, because she has the family connections here, but she is far less patient with RI's idiosyncrasies than I am.
What I love: RI is a bastion of New England liberalism! I am not constantly shadowed by Freepers here as I was in San Diego. Also, lots of Catholics, which is good for us. People seem really tied to their communities, they have roots and histories, and they care very much about their neighborhoods and their state. I like the small-town (or small-state) feel, everyone seems to know everyone, but people also seem very tolerant of individuality (the mayor of Providence, both current and previous, attest to this). People are hard to get to know here, but it's worth the effort; this contrasts with my experience of SoCal, where everyone seemed to be friends with everyone else, but it all felt kind of transient and fleeting. I like the environmentalist approach to preserving forest areas and wetlands, it's an amazing thing that so much of this tiny and densely populated state is off-limits for any kind of development. I can commute to work via back roads through the woods and across the Scituate reservoir, no freeways, little or no traffic... heaven! RI has some of the most beautiful beaches and waterways and harbors and marinas I've ever seen. There is LOTS of great food in this state, Italian, Portuguese, and the seafood just kills, cheap, fresh and delicious (you would think the same would be true in SoCal, but it's not... Pacific mainly supplies tuna, everything else is imported and insanely expensive). I love the changing seasons, but I grew up with that in Michigan, I thrive in the cold. My kids seem to enjoy that as well, they love to play in the snow. Oh, and I really like the fact that people decorate their yards for EVERY holiday here, not just Christmas! Love the plastic Easter eggs hanging in the bare trees!
What I've had to adjust to: The small-state thing sometimes expresses itself in small-mindedness. While I enjoy the cultural history of many ethnicities here, I think that nationalism can get a bit out of hand, although I understand it's much better than it was (my wife's parents caused a scandal because he was Italian and she was HALF Italian and HALF Irish... the shame! The horror!). It's hard to assimilate into a community here, because there's a lack of shared history; having a RI native for a spouse helps here immeasurably, but we are still considered "outsiders" to a palpable degree. For all of the liberalism of the state, there are strong undercurrents of sexism and racism here. The condition of the roads is a total embarrassment - I ride a motorcycle whenever it's not wet and icy, and I swear I'm gonna rupture a kidney one of these days on RI's torn up, potholed, badly repaired excuses for roadways. And there is NO GOOD MEXICAN FOOD ANYWHERE IN THIS STATE!!!! That's been one of the hardest things for me! I spent most of my adult life 20 miles from the Mexican border, I lived on Mexican food, and there's just nothing here.
Overall, it hasn't been that hard for me or my kids to adjust, and a bit more of a challenge for my wife (she HATES the cold). It's a better place to live and raise a family than Southern California, we believe. Things were just getting too weird there for us. My 22-mile commute often took 90 minutes in the evening, prices of everything were spinning out of control, job market went through frequent cycles of panic hiring and massive layoffs, and kids at my children's' school were getting beat up because they were wearing off-brand sneakers, or getting beat up and their sneakers stolen if they were Nike Air Jordans. It seemed we were working more and more and more hours every year, just trying to keep up, and never really getting ahead. One Thanksgiving day, as we were putting out the Christmas decorations while sweating in shorts and t-shirts (it had been in the upper 80's in East County for six months without a single rainfall), we kind of decided we'd had enough. I was living on a severance package after I bailed during my company's third restructuring, we visited RI that January, and by May I had landed a fantastic job and we were set to relocate. I've never looked back, I'm generally very happy here.
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