deltamrey wrote: Define quality of life - I resent your implication. Remember ASSUME makes an ass of U and ME.
I live in Evergreen. I'm a programmer, and so is my wife. We decided to live up here because we wanted our kids raised in a small town atmosphere, not in a Denver suburb. We wanted them to appreciate nature by being raised in it, not just near it. We bought our land in the late '80s when prices were incredibly low. There were foreclosures and abandoned homes in all the neighborhoods. We basically stole the property from a couple of people that lived out of state and just wanted out from under the tax burden.
We saved, and we rezoned the land (there were questionable boundaries and illegal subdivisions we had to clear up). We paid to have the sewer main extended. We did it as money allowed. We both were doing contract work as COBOL programmers just prior to Y2K, which means the money was rolling in.
We built our house in the late '90s and moved in. We did a bunch of the work ourselves, and the day we moved in had 50% equity on the house.
We've survived several rounds of unemployment, and my wife has been a stay at home mom since we moved up here. We decided to find our home and stay put - finding jobs around us rather than what our co-workers were doing which was to chase jobs all over the country. We know people that have left for both coasts chasing jobs. I've done tree trimming and thinning, manufacturing work, built stone walls, hauled furniture and junk... any job that kept us here while the Denver programming market suffered. I had neighbors help me out. Not charity, I gave them an honest day's work fo an honest day's pay. One neighbor that owned his own company hired me even though I didn't have the experience he needed. He put me (and my family) on his health insurance plan. For a short time, a local store knew we were in dire straits. They ran a line of credit to allow us to buy necessities for the kids. That store has my eternal gratitude and loyalty.
I live in Evergreen. Why? Because I like it. It's my home. I know my neighbors. I may not like them, I may disagree with them, but if they are in trouble I'll be there for them. This is the atmosphere I wanted my kids to know as they formed their opinions of the world. I don't want them to be in a cookie cutter house on a developed 'ranch' somewhere on the flatlands.
I don't like mindset down there. I don't care if they have amenities we don't. They can have their tennis courts, swimming pools and skate parks. They can have their crime rates, and their 4G service on their smart phones.
We moved up here to escape that. I live in Evergreen rec district. Lately I've used to pools to teach my kids to swim. For three of us to have three month passes, it cost about $300 on top of all the taxes I've already paid. Know what the centerpiece of the Buchanon rec center is? A climbing rock. Yup. A fake rock. In the mountains. And I was forced to help pay for it. Know where my kids are learning to climb? 400 feet from our kitchen door on a real granite cliff.
I have DSL service to my house. We got that about two years ago, it wasn't available until then. Before that we had dial up. To use a cell phone you had to stand out on the end of the deck and lean a little to get a signal. The cell service has not improved and I like that. I shut off the cell when I get home anyway.
I don't need high tech. I don't need fancy rec centers. I don't need what suburbia has to offer.
I need the forest. I'd rather worry about a predictable mountain lion than an unpredictable crack head mugger. I need neighbors that I can count on. I need to make sure they can count on me too. I need to hear wind in the trees, birds, and elk during rut. I don't need to hear cell phones, booming bass cannons and the next door neighbor's argument through a common wall.
When I get into my Jeep at work in the flatlands, I tap my heels on the rock rail to knock off the Denver dirt. I spend the commute time putting to rest and leaving behind the rush of the metro area. By the time I get to El Rancho, I've been staring at the trees and that great view just shy of Chief Hosa. I've shaken off the high tech trappings of 'civilization', and am ready to be home. I physically slow down and relax. I leave all that crap behind me, refusing to drag it up the hill with me.
Quality of life is finding what you want, and enjoying it daily. If your current home doesn't give you what you want, you might think about moving someplace more ambitious about growth. Evergreen already has too much for me, and when I retire I'll be leaving - heading someplace more remote, where cell phones are useless and the only rec district is the local pub.