I've been thinking about this comment a lot and it's a key theme in a film I just watched (that post is going up sometime tomorrow). For a long time I was one of those people who never understood why someone wouldn't want to leave and get away from the place where they grew up. There was very much a "general air of disdain" and, for lack of a better phrase, absence of empathy for people who choose to stay in their hometown or near it. Do you ever get wistful when it comes to thinking about wherever else you could end up? Or is that something that doesn't even really cross your mind? I think a part of it, from the other end of things, is that when you spend enough time from home you can't really go back because what you thought you had doesn't exist anymore. That's a tough thought to swallow. In staying you develop and grow with the changes and they become something that you own. Anyway, thank you for providing a great perspective to something that's been on my mind lately.