I had an offer to transfer to the Boston branch of my company. Good job, good move professionally. I politely declined, then literally laughed out loud after hanging up. Not a chance in hades. I'd go go back to pumping gas and stocking shelves, and live in a used mobile home by the interstate before I'd move to Boston. (or anywhere in CA for that matter) I think we all have our "no way in h**l" places, right? Places we would never consider living.
Good for you, sir.
From the movie BARFLY...paraphrased: “I go crazy thinking of all the things I don’t want to do and all the places I don’t want to go.”