Grey and rainy forever is really bad for people prone to seasonal depression. Rents following the same path that SF took for similar reasons don’t help either, it is no longer the affordable place for art scenes to flourish that it was in the grunge era.

I lived there for several years and got out, and it’s really nice to be living somewhere I know I won’t spend half the year with a little voice in the back of my head suggesting suicide as the solution to every other problem because I am tragically low on sunlight and vitamin D even with a 2’ square sun lamp and lots of pills, and I see the symptoms of the same shit in the friend I’m talking about who ended up there after SF’s insane rents pushed him out.