I am from Pittsburgh, Pa., and I love it there. It will always be home for me. However, this article is not about Pittsburgh.
I used to make annual trips to Nashville, Tenn., which is one of the best party cities ever. This article is not about Nashville, either.
I’ve spent weekends in Columbus, D.C., Chicago, Indianapolis, Los Angeles, New York City, Tampa, Charlotte–the list goes on. The amount of fun a person can have in most places depends on whether or not he or she is a fun person, as well as the quality of the tour guide.
I am here to tell you that none of those things factor into why your city is not the best city to live in as a postgrad.
In 2013, I moved to Honolulu, Hawaii. Yes, you heard that correctly, I moved to Hawaii just before the worst winter in 20 or 30 years (AKA since we’ve been born). I moved here for a great job, too (let the hate mail begin). Hawaii is truly paradise, with nightlife in Waikiki that rivals the best party spots in the country. I’m not bragging–Hawaii is just factually better than where you are, especially this time of year.
Sure, Florida has nice weather, but we don’t have 110 degree temperatures in the summer. We don’t have snakes and haven’t had so much as a tropical storm in 20 years (knock on koa wood). The food and culture here can make you feel, at times, as if you’re exploring another country, but at the end of the day, Hawaiians still accept the good ol’ American dollar, and even in Chinatown they speak some English.
Hawaii is the perfect place for a postrad lifestyle of drinking, getting away from Mom and Dad, and chilling every moment you’re not at work. What makes it even better is that and most of the fun things to do here are free–you can explore the globe within the security of the greatest country in the world.
Your city is probably fantastic, and I’m glad you’re happy. I implore you, however, to consider the rationality of this argument. I’m not talking about going on vacation and returning to burst pipes in your apartment, or grad school on your parents’ dime. I’m talking about getting a professional job and living here, because someone has to be the person posting selfies at the beach on everyone else’s timeline in the winter. Make sure that person is you.
All of your friends will hate you…until they visit.