My nose hates this city

I just got back from Mr Nose Doctor and apparently I have a slighty bent septum (maybe from bumping my head as a child, which is a distinct possibility as I was always falling down and bumping into things, and I still do) and a thin nose lining, so as long as I continue to live in this city (or any other dry city in a dry province) I will have nosebleeds during the winter. Isn't that just fanfuckingtastic? I waited 7 months to find that out, because that's how long it took to schedule me an appointment with this specialist guy, and this was after having nosebleeds at 1:30 pm every day (lunchtime) for about 6 months. This is yet another example of how I am allergic to my mid-sized Canadian city ... stomach pains that cannot be explained, allergies that may or may not be there, and a nose that won't quit. I think I need to do a pro and con list for my lovely mid-sized Canadian city.

Pro

• Pretty sparkly winters with actual snow that stays for longer than a day and an abundance of bright blue skies
• Awesome thunderstorms with dramatic thunder and lightning and the occasional downpour, but very little of the grey drizzly, misty rainy shit seen in Vancouver
• A relatively job good where I have a healthy budget, a supportive director, and lots of opportunity to update my blog while at work
• Nice co-workers
• A couple fun friends
• Cool (albeit expensive) apartment
• Dry weather lets me have nice, straight hair
• Mall stores (Reitmans, Smart Set, etc) with frequent sales

Con

• Shit for films
• No good concerts (except for David Usher last year, and that was a fluke)
• Dry and windy enough weather to give me nosebleeds, frequent electric shocks, and dry skin that cracks and bleeds
• Apartment has many pigeons (and their resulting shit), is like a sauna in the summer and freezer in the winter, and is high enough that it was hit by lightning once and may be again
• The relatively good job has many more dumb-ass teens than nice teens
• High level of drug abuse that helps explain the dumb-ass teens
• The nice co-workers are all way older than me and have teens of their own
• Shitty restaurants (down with the Mongolie Grill and their ecoli!)

I'm sure there are many other things, but I'll leave it there for now to demonstrate my dilemma - there are eight items on both those lists, which shows that while I may hate my job and city at times, there are also things I like about it, so it's not just an easy fuck it, I'm leaving decision. If it was, I would have left already.