Why do I hate the beautiful city where I was born and raised?

I grew up in a very beautiful city. A population of 2 million. The sea, sandy beaches, palm trees, freedom, amazing food. It had everything.

But there are so many things about this city that push me away. Arrogant people, unbearably hot and humid weather, at least seven months of dampness and humidity, limited job opportunities, and a low level of development. It's a complete contradiction to how big and beautiful the city looks on the surface.

I don't know why someone can end up hating the place they were born and raised this much. But I sometimes wonder if it's just fate that, no matter what, I keep finding myself stuck here.

Why do I hate the beautiful city where I was born and raised?
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