I can absolutely appreciate the sentiment with moving back to Ohio. I grew up in a small town in NW Ohio, went to a college in a little larger small town in NW Ohio, and moved to Columbus after graduation. I took a promotion to move to Atlanta a few weeks after I turned 25, so I packed up and headed south. I had 4 insanely awesome years living in Atlanta, and loved every minute of it. I was in charge of the entire Southeast for my company, traveling every week, only to come back to Atlanta and party my balls off every weekend. I met a lot of great friends and spent my mid 20's the way they were supposed to be spent; I mean, I did it right. Drunk lunches at Joe's on South Beach, oyster shacks along the Gulf, some of the best barbecue you could ever imagine... You name it, and I got a chance to do it while living in Atlanta and stomping all over the former Confederacy. But every time I'd come home for the holidays or an OSU game, something inside always clicked. For some reason, I was just happier inside the friendly confines of Ohio's borders. So at age 29, I got a chance to take over our Midwest region, and couldn't pass it up. I moved back to Columbus with my girlfriend and had another great year living in in the Arena District. But it still wasn't enough... So last fall, we bought a house in the same boring hometown I grew up in, about 8 houses down the street from my parents.
I still travel every week for work (currently in Nashville... The polar vortex makes for very pleasant conditions in mid-July), but the drive back home from Detroit Metro is one of the best feelings I've ever had. Crossing I-75 into Toledo, that gorgeous shithole along the muddy Maumee, is still my favorite part of the week. There's something to be said about home. It never leaves, and resisting the urge only made it stronger. Sure, I can't have sushi delivered at 11pm any more (or even get sushi within about 25 miles), but I can also drive my golf cart down the street and see the same faces I've known for 30 years... As they flag me down for a quick cocktail in the garage served out of a red plastic cup. I'm no Cavs fan by any means (hate if you want), but I'm glad to see LeBron back where he wants to be. And I can totally understand it.
Because that's why I came home.