If I were young and could uproot my family with me and if I could afford it, I would seriously consider leaving America. What a horrible thought but it’s true. I honestly don’t recognize the country I grew up in today.
Where is there to go?, unless you don’t mind living the refuge existence of a semi-hermit in Chile, or the Honduran Hills. I really wish some parts of the plains would secede within the next ten years. That population could live off the earning from fracking alone, sort of like much of Alaska. There might even be jobs for the not so young, not so athletic, one hopes.