Sitting in a Costco gasoline line eating a Hershey's chocolate bar

This is not the life I want to live. But is there any other way? Of course there is and I found a man who is willing to go there with me. It's probably not in Salt Lake City, which is in the talking about relocation areas. But come on, I'm from there I know what it is like to live in the land of Zion, he doesn't. Although you can't deny that food and water is plentiful there,the fruit trees that overflow in the summer and perhaps other seasons too. What I'm looking for is a community that I can raise some kids in. Is that crazy? To want to bring children into this world and to pass on my often depressive thoughts to another generation? Are my genes really worth spreading? I know the answer to that is a most definite yes but my depressive thinking pulls me other ways.