I'll echo the "whereever you go, there you are" sentiment.
I moved to the Midwest for two years to "leave behind" my divorce and other "woes" in my hometown of Vegas. During those two years, I struggled to have friends, and the "world was still against me". It wasn't until I moved down to LA (which I figured would "fix" my "problem" again, since I always dreamed of living here since I was a kid), and then spent more than a year without a single friend here that I realized what the real issue was: ME and my attitude. I blamed the world for not having friends, and I was a real whiny-ass, complaining about everything and wallowing in "woe is me" (i.e. "nobody wants me", etc.). Well, no wonder I had no friends - people don't like to be around that, and I can't say I blame them.
My world changed and I finally "fit in" once I changed my outlook and attitude. The hardest thing to do was learn to live with myself. But, once I had that mastered, then everything became wonderful.
Just look within and fix those things, and then decide if you still want to move. And, if you do, then go for it.
