How I Realised I’m Living In The Wrong City

Being comfortable doesn’t translate into being happy

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I live in Bangalore, India.

I have a comfortable life here.

I earn good money, have a beautiful home, and have no rent expenses since Indian kids live with their parents until their mid 20s at least.

Yet lately, I’ve been getting this feeling that something is off.

I’ve lived here for the past 15 years but not felt like at home for the past 5.

As comfortable as life is here, it’s also deeply uncomfortable at times.

• There’s nothing to do except going to pubs and clubs
• The roads are terrible and the traffic is insane
• The pollution and air quality makes me sick
• People my age here aren’t interested in the same things as I am so I have almost no friends here
• In the summers, it’s just too hot to go anywhere without ending up in a pool of sweat after 2 minutes

One day, it suddenly hit me: what am I still doing here?

I work remotely so I can work from anywhere. I can afford to travel and live in other cities. I’m moving to London in 5 months for grad school so these are my last few months…