I am staying put in my prairie homeland until I die. I love my town (Aurora) and I love my exact location (East) with my yard that I've spent lots of time on (never enough) and learned the trees, talked to the houses, fed the feral cats, etc. I'm glad I never moved away like my ex-friend who moved to Europe and then became torn between two continents. Frankly, I couldn't afford to move away and that's what kept me from doing the "grass is greener" thing. In hindsight, I'm glad. It's not healthy to bounce around the globe for the whopping majority of us. Some of us are globe trotters -- I think they're a special nomadic elite. I was a globe trotter in a previous life; maybe that helped me get it out of my system in this one. Far too many have convinced themselves they are globe trotting elites when they'd actually be much more at peace if they stayed put or at least stayed semi-local to the place they were born. There is a great deal of Fear of Missing Out and that is what compels people to uproot and move far away. In doing so, they miss out on the priceless experience of intergenerational family bonds and the spirit of place.