It's not all its cracked up to be. I've been telecommuting for going on 14 years and while I opted to spend some of that time travelling (including three years living in Russia), when I came back I chose to settle in Texas -- where most of my uncle, aunt, and grandmother had migrated from Connecticut. So I came here in 2008 and bought a house in 2009. It's a decent house, price per square foot is half what it would be in Connecticut, and I don't have to spend a fortune on oil in winter, and there's no income tax. And yet, every day, I regret the decision to leave, and as soon as I can afford to do so, I'm getting the Hell out of here. Schools are terrible. Services are practically nonexistent. Neighbors are culturally and ideologically opposite of me. People carry weapons at the grocery store. And so on. The only redeeming quality is that it is cheap, but after this experience I'll never confuse cost with value.
