~2005, was living in San Diego and had my first clinical depressions. I was "homeless" and had a job at an AM/PM and started suffering anxiety attacks. My best friend saw how bad off I was and so told me I needed to get out of the city. At the time, I still knew a girlfriend of mine from the 1980s, and she said, "Well, why don't you move out to Desert Center? I'll find you a place to live and find you some kind of work." I had already visited Desert Center and sworn I would never live there. (BTW, ex-girlfriends family *owns* the town.)
So, here I am, in the armpit of the U.S. (aside from El Paso, TX).