I was born and raised in Central Massachusetts, and loved it as a youth. After hitting my mid 20s I left for “away” in various forms (with occasional returns for visits and medium-term work assignments, but always leaving again). Finally, at the end of 2000 I was hired at a company in Southern California, moved there with the family… and generally did not like it as much as I had hoped.
The year that I spent in SoCal was one of the unhappiest of my life, frankly. True, not all of that was due to the boring climate, the monotonous architecture, the stunning conformity of the people that I met and worked with or the ridiculous regulations that everyone accepts, but those didn’t make things any better.
I hate to say “fortunately”, but… by the end of 2001 I was unemployed, separated (and family even more broken than that, with one child with mom and the other with me), and facing a mortgage I could not pay at all, and a house that was declining in value in SoCal because of the 2001 recession. I was also driven even deeper into debt by absorbing my wife’s expenses of moving away and setting up her household.
I got an offer to return to Connecticut, to the employer I had chosen to leave ten years prior, and life turned around. I realized I was “home” – all-day rainstorms, ice and snow, blizzards, occasional hurricanes, threatened tornadoes, and all – we have thunderstorms! some places are not so blessed (such as SoCal). I’m home, and planning to stay. Unless I move north. I also like Maine, and I hear Nova Scotia is pretty nice, too.
This week I’ve been visiting Hawaii, and it is stunningly beautiful and wonderful – and I could afford to retire here if I want. I doubt that I will. I will probably continue to visit now that I’ve found the place (and it appears that airlines can reliably find the islands out here in the middle of the Pacific Ocean), but I know where “home” is, and I’m a homeboy.