it's the indoors AND the outdoors
I've read this thread with a great deal of interest, because like so many of us here, I have struggled to find the right geographic location AND a dwelling that won't kill me. And I've lived in many of the places mentioned in the thread. My two cents worth:
I was born in Wichita, grew up in eastern Kansas, but was living in Albuquerque when I fell ill in 1985. I had severe MCS along with the onset of my illness, which showed up as viral in nature back then (altered white count with a distribution of wbc's that mimicked mono, but negative on a specific mono spot test.)
I could not improve in Albuquerque. Back then, the late 80s, not sure about now, there was such a huge brown cloud of winter pollution every year, I could not breathe. My MCS extended to the air pollution going on outside my windows. I was living in a pretty great dwelling, no mold issues, very sparsely furnished, cleaned with only baking soda and other nontoxic cleaners. My allergens then were dust, dog, and tumbleweed. But I could not improve there.
In desperation to help me get better, my mom piled me into the back of her station wagon and drove me to my aunt's very nice home in Wichita. First of all, the trip nearly killed me. I was much too ill to travel, and travel continues to be the most debilitating thing I ever attempt to do. I don't know if it is being in the car, or being in motion, or being jostled or what, but travel slays me.
I landed in Wichita in not very good shape. My aunt's guest room was in her basement, which was not moldy, but was furnished with a lot of dust-holding flouncy kinds of fabrics. I could not believe my mother had removed me from my NM dwelling to this room without telling my aunt to strip it bare, etc. I went into such severe brain fog, I only lasted two days, maybe, before my mom drove me back to Albuquerque. Like Dreambirdie returning to her cottage, I was never so glad to see a place in my life, even though I could never get better in Albuquerque. At least my dwelling there was set up in the right way for me. All the crap I experienced on the road to Wichita and while there only worsened me. And I agree that Wichita is probably a pretty good place, IF you have the right dwelling. For one thing, the wind blows quite a bit. Most of the places I've felt the best have a lot of wind blowing through regularly. But yes, the skies everywhere have changed due to chemtrails. As child, I'd lie on my back and gaze at the sky. Wichita was called "The Air Capital of the World" because of all the airplane manufacturers there. My dad worked at Boeing and Learjet, and a lot of people had planes. The air was clean and clear, and the skies were fantastic. Not so anymore.
After three years of no progress in Albuquerque, I moved in 1988 to north Florida, Tallahassee, where I'd lived previously. I flew there, and upon landing and breathing the air, my body went, "Ahhhhhh." I'd come from the cold and polluted and high-altitude winter air of Albuquerque to the warm and humidified near-coastal air of Tallahassee. I loved it. Energy returned to me. I was able to return to the workforce. I could sing in bands again. I felt really good for a year, until my office moved to a newly constructed building, and that new building construction slayed me. I relapsed badly and then everything began setting me off. My apartment got Bhopaled by a landlord spraying pesticides that came up thru the vents and made it uninhabitable for weeks. After four years in Tallahassee, I was now struggling to hold on to my job, fatigued beyond belief, had the return of my FUO (fever of unknown origin) and just boxed in and out of answers. Probably by then, the area molds and allergens were also affecting me. My sinuses were chronically infected.
So after four years in that location, I moved to Chapel Hill, NC, which was one of the best places I've lived in terms of how I felt. I had energy, lived in a great dwelling, was at near sea level, there was no air pollution, and I hardly felt ill at all that year, as long as I rested a lot every day after work and on weekends. I only stayed a year, and maybe if I'd stayed longer, eventually things there would have begun to affect me.
I then moved to northern Colorado where I live now, and I couldn't disagree more with the statement that living north of I-70 is a good thing. Ever since landing here (due to husband's job, we didn't have much choice), I have felt much, much worse. There's not much mold in the natural environment here, but buildings and dwellings must have it, because this is where I developed my aspergillus severe sensitivity. In addition, the air quality all along the Front Range, which runs north-south from Pueblo up to Wyoming, and includes my town, well, the air quality is horrible. And we even get a lot of wind much of the year. But there is something about these cities in the interior west, like Albuquerque, the big cities of Arizona (I lived in Tucson for a year before getting sick), and now Colorado (and I'm not in Denver, but in a midsize city an hour north of there) -- the temperature inversions in the winter along with the dense populations create terrible air quality. I don't know how ANYone with ME/CFS or MCS could ever get better in those conditions. No matter how great the dwelling, that outdoor air contains all the chemicals destined to drive us to ill health. The answer for me is definitely not just mold avoidance. Indoor and outdoor air quality has everything to do with my level of functioning, as does altitude and humidity.
While living here in Colorado, about ten years ago, I had to go to the Hill Country of Texas to keep my mom company for a month. My parents at that time lived in Fredricksburg, Texas and just as I felt when going from Albuquerque to Tallahassee in 1988, I instantly felt better going from Colorado to Fredricksburg. My parents' house was a good, pretty non-toxic dwelling, AND the air quality there was fantastic. Nothing got set off for me in the time I was there (March of 2000). I had such amazing energy. I could go out for a drive every day, I could shop in a store, I could go out to eat. I still had to be careful, but I had that Chapel Hill feeling, and the initial Tallahassee feeling. Energy. Better.
If I could live anywhere right now, it would probably be that Hill Country. I've never forgotten how clean the air felt after a spring rain.
So, I think that for me, the change itself can sometimes be beneficial, IF it is to the right place -- which for me is apparently sea level, moderate humidity, and non-polluted air. But after a while in one of those places, Tallahassee, I began to get sick again. And might have had the same reaction to Chapel Hill and Texas had I stayed there long. So, in a sense, change can give me a temporary lift, at least. UNLESS it's a move to the wrong environment. I will never forget that hellish trip to Wichita which set me back for months, and how glad I was to return to New Mexico.
As for now, I just live it out in my Colorado place. My dwelling isn't that great, and feels pretty toxic. I'm going to get some AFM Safecoat products to help seal things. But I don't have the luxury of picking up and moving. And travel itself is so debilitating that I think ANY move right now would be far more injurious than helpful, even if I were moving to the Hill Country. I just couldn't do it. All the toxins that JenBooks mentions are the same ones I have trouble with, so motel travel is the worst for me. Like DB, being in cars is hard on me, too. I may not ever fully recover where I am now, but I won't be plunged into something worse by the travel. I haven't been able to work in 15 years, since we moved here.
Just wanted to correct the perception that northern Colorado is so great -- it really isn't, imo.
And Wichita is only good if you're in the right dwelling. From my point of view.
And the Hill Country and Chapel Hill were both great.
That's my two cents.