Here's how I contend with it.
I came to California in 1978 figuring that I'd stay two or three years, get some professional experience, and go somewhere else. It seemed like a rich person's paradise to me, and that really didn't describe me at 29 years of age.
I got a series of good jobs in the aerospace industry, one of which arranged things so I could go back to school at UCLA, one of the best engineering schools in the US (at that time only MIT was rated higher), and finished a PhD in electrical engineering. With no debt. Between what I learned at UCLA and working in the highest of high-tech environments, I was able to go out on my own as a consultant and do other entrepreneurial things. I've traveled extensively through Europe and Asia for business and scientific reasons. I've accumulated an enviable professional reputation, and a net worth that allows me to make substantial charitable contributions to organizations I like (biggies are the Carter Center, Center for Inquiry, and an Indian organization for mentally ill women called The Banyan [long story]).
Now I'm 71, still here. Living in California has provided me with a richer, more rewarding life than I think I could have had anywhere else in the world. It's an environment that encourages and rewards knowledge, rationality, and genuine accomplishment. You can benefit from that.