Don't know what to tell you.
I've always taken the opportunity to GO.
I don't need things to stay the same. Like, at all.

People generally are uncomfortable with change, but are very comfortable with complaining about how things are.

Maybe the comfort of “the devil you know,” as opposed to nervousness over uncertainty. Moving on, even if it’s to improve your life, is still a calculated risk.

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.