I grew up in Virginia, a Navy brat who somehow lived in the same house from the age of 3 to 17 when I graduated high school. My brother went off to college in '93 an wanted to go somewhere far away. Arizona State accepted him, and so off he went.
Fast forward to 1998. I had gone to college for a while at VT and dropped out. My parents had moved to the middle of nowhere in Ohio, and I wasn't going to move there. The only thing I had going on in VA was this girl, everything else sucked. So, I threw in the towel and moved to AZ to stay with my brother for a while, and got my **** together. Luckily the girl followed me here a few months later, and she's now my wife. Then we had kids, and 3 out of 4 grandparents have moved here to be closer to the grand kids. So yeah, we feel obligated to stay for a while now for sure, after so much of our family has uprooted to be closer to the kids.
I used to really like it here, but something changed, maybe it was me. From '04-08 I did a metric shipload of band related travelling and got to know some new places I'd never been before. I am looking forward to moving on somewhere, but I don't know where that would be, or when, probably not for a long while. It's as good a place as any, I guess.