Well, do tell. 
I have to admit, of all the places I’ve lived (admittedly few), I like my dorm the best. In part because it’s in the middle of the city (and I’ve lived in suburbs all my life), but mostly because when I’m here I’m on my own. Which is odd for me.
Yay coming of age stories.
Aspen, Colorado in the late 70’s - early 80’s, and Boulder, Colorado in the mid - late 80’s.
Loren
never mindddd
I have visited many wonderful places, but have not actually lived full-time anywhere I would actually want to stay. 
djm
I’ve lived in Oklahoma.
Berkeley, man, Berkeley. 
Nice people, great restaurants, nature & culture.
J.
When I was in my twenties, I got upset with my stupid job as a junior high school teacher in Indiana and the war in Vietnam. I decided that the best thing for me and for my students was for me to make a run for it. I packed my one suitcase, got on a Greyhound bus, and rode across the country to Arizona, where I had been a graduate student a few years previously. I had a place in mind where I was headed, but the bus didn’t go there so I had to hitch-hike for the last 100 miles.
Arriving in the little “town”, a few miles from the Mexican border, I met an old man who had a trailer to rent for $30/month including utilities. He called his little dusty property the Scorpion Ranch. I had $500 in my pocket that I had saved from my teaching job, so I had a little cushion. The town had a general store and a post office with a pay telephone and a bar or cantina, that’s all. I soon came learn that that was all that I needed.
I took me awhile to get use to the lifestyle of a town where nothing was going on. Like, there were cows walking up and down the main street. And talking about silence, it was so quiet there that, when someone in town started their car, everyone else in town was aware of the sound. And at night the coyotes sang an evening chorus that would have pleased either Bach or Mozart, however, Beethoven would have wanted more.
I got involved in the only thing that was going on, prospecting for minerals in the surrounding mountains. With a degree in geology I pretended like I was an expert. For two years I walked the mountains, looking for minerals and staking out mining claims. For days at a time I did not see another human being. It was so quiet and peaceful. And when I came back to the little town on Saturday night at the La Gitana Saloon and let it all hang out, everyone was friendly and understanding. A dance caller came out from the city, so we danced the evening away, with the help of a few beers, of course, and many of them “on the house”.
I realize that I can never repeat this adverture, but I look back on it as a good time in my life.
it’s a holiday home now, but at least you can see what it looks like at
http://www.unique-cottages.co.uk/cottages/south/selkirkshire/hutlerburn_cottage
7 years there, 1981-88
b
Where I live now, near the beach. Nice people, friendly neighborhood cats, excellent weather year round, very safe, the soothing ocean just a few minutes walk away. Downside is that it is EXPENSIVE that and too many cars, especially on summer weekends.
It’s hard to beat living in the redwoods.
Redwolf
India when I was 30. I was young and tough physically.
I could sleep on the streets and I hitchiked all over on
trucks. There were monkeys, camels, elephants, holymen,
the Ganges, sacred trees, glorious beaches. I was free as a bird, and there
was this religiousity flowing through everything like
electriciy. Nothing ever happened as expected.
On a good day I could live forever.
Vipiteno, Italy. I lived there for four months in the winter of 82-83 as a member of a US Army biathlon team.
Friendly people, magnificent scenery, wonderful food, wine, and beer, great Nodic and Alpine skiing…heaven on earth.
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London. The streets are paved with gold, so I’m never short of loose change.
Wow. Let’s see. Irving Texas when I was a kid. 500 W. 6th st. Sure there were stabbings, shootings, fightings but us kids had a blast.
Oakland CA was pretty cool too since I lived on base at the Naval Hospital and had some of the best friends of my life.
Overall I’m sort of partial to where I live now though I’m thinking it may be time to consider moving to SW Ohio or NE Kentucky. Better music scene.
Some of my happiest times were spent in Tazewell, Virginia in the 60’s-70’s.
That’s a surprise since it’s so close to War and Hungry Mother.
Ah, but it’s also close to Burke’s Garden and Pipestem, which cancel those out. (Although it’s proximity to Grundy is another concern.)
(and actually, I never technically lived there except for a couple weeks at a time. My dad grew up there.)
For me, it’s a toss-up between my walk-in-closet sized apartment above the Dominoes Pizza on the corner of Joyce St. and Kingsway in Vancouver B.C., or my appartment on Dow Ave. in Burnaby, B.C.
On Joyce St. I was within walking distance of anything I needed, the bus stop was right across the street and the Skytrain
station was just down the hill a bit. I didn’t need a car (and didn’t own one at the time either!! Vancouver is a city where absolutely everything is accessable from mass transit!! Bloody fantastic!! I miss that most of all.) and back then a monthly multi-zone transit pass that would take me anywhere in the Fraser valley only cost about forty bucks CAN$ (back then, the exchange rate would have made that about twenty-four US$).
That was a wonderful year…
In Burnaby I was withing spitting distance of the Skytrain station, which was also the station that stopped at the entrance to Metrotown Mall (back then it was two different malls rolled into one, but when I left moved back to the states they started calling it just Metrotown.
Their website now says that there are three malls there now…(it’s been so long… 
)
I was also just 'round the corner from my favorite camera and film shop,Kerrisdale Cameras…
I did have to own a car at the time I was living in Burnaby, but the money I was bringing in was offsetting that.
So there you have it, my toss-up…
Edited to add…
in Burnaby we also had a Real Canadian Superstore inside Metrotown mall…
Superstore is like Superwalmart only not shitty…
The last time I was in Canada the grocery stores had milk in boxes with these little spigots that you poured your milk into a container. Do they still do that?