It's funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay..
That happened to me twice. I didn’t want to live in cities—thought I’d stay there temporarily, but then couldn’t leave for various reasons.
Now, in retirement I’m finally where I want to be, out on my little farm.
Nope. I left. I grew up in a small town of 730 people about three hours removed from a major city where you could either be a farmer or work in one of the few local small businesses. I wanted to do neither, so I moved to the city and never moved back.
I haven't been back to my home town since my parents passed away and I don't really see any reason to go. The place is a dead end. And far too much praise jeebus talk for my tastes.
Same here except my hometown was about 30K in population. Still the same redneck hick mentality, so I couldn't wait to leave and only came back to visit my parents. Once my father dies and I attend his funeral, I'll never come back again.