We've lived where we are for twenty years. That's longer than I've lived anywhere else my entire life, several "elses" as a matter of fact. Gunsmith too. We're heavily wooded, semi-rural, with a well and septic (which used to mystify us, but no longer -- we'd rather not have "city" water) on almost two acres. No, there's not a lot of land, but we're situated well, have made some preparations, and we're not going anywhere.
That feeling of being displaced hit me hard when we moved from NJ to California -- and thank God we got the heck out of there -- so, I fully understand people emigrating elsewhere and being unhappy. At least Gunsmith had a job, but we had no family and no friends there, and making them was almost impossible.
What isn't well-known is how many Europeans who emigrated here in the two "great waves" did return home, and they had the benefit of living in communities with "their own kind" no less. I had family who emigrated from Italy, lived in Canada for almost thirty years, and who packed up and "went home".
Are we, am I, meant to be here? I don't know; I don't know anything. I keep asking, but either He's not talking, or I'm not listening the way I'm supposed to.
And in case y'all are not aware, this same sort of searching for Answers is occurring in various places on the web, more in the past few days than I've seen yet, so I figure it's happening with folks who are not 'connected' as well. Any who believe in God, or a Greater Power, are looking for answers there and I say it's a good thing.