Beginning the several-day process of raising anchors and leaving this place. When I arrived, the first impulse I had was to run to the mountains of Bulgaria. It's famously a difficult place, the citizens flee to other nations, sometimes on the scale of an actual invasion. Legally, you have to have a certain amount of money to leave the country. Yet it is Europe. I've been careful not to wander past those bounds.
If I had to remain, I would remain, but as far apart from the society as I could be. The thing about prosperity is that the people who were once huddled together from necessity sometimes stay huddled together. Instead, use the modicum of prosperity to put some distance between yourself and the world, use the tools of the mind to perfect yourself, and don't look for truth in the streets of the city, even the clean streets of the cities of the future; cities are always only a tool, though the rich use them as an end (and tend to get in the way).
This city was on the great Roman road on the peninsula, but centuries ago, someone upset that apple-cart. Interestingly, the modern nation which is the successor to that country would benefit significantly from a bright, clean east--west avenue in this place. Run to the hills. Pursue private perfections. Open the roads. Just giving myself some good advice. Onward.