In the 90s I lived in Springfield MO and absolutely loved it there. Never wanted to be anywhere else. My wife finished college and got a job in another state not far away. I didn’t want to move there but did reluctantly. Within a couple of years, I absolutely loved it there. Made a ton of friends, had a great job, and couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Lived there 20 years and thought it would be where I die. Last year we moved to Connecticut, again for my wife’s job, and I love it here too and can’t really imagine moving back. It turns out, it’s not the place I live, but who I live with that matters. My wife is my home, and where she is, is where I need to be.