I had a similar experience when I was 6 and we escaped from Shitcago in 1949. Getting out of that horrible place was the hapiest day in my life. Now my two big dogs and I live on two wooded acres in semi-rural southwest Knox County about 22 miles away from downtown Knoxville. Not only that, but most of us are Republicans, so much so that my Republican state representative didn’t have a DemonCrap opponent.
We moved clear out on the Olympic Peninsula - about as far away from NYC as we could get. I wouldn’t accept a free paid all expense holiday to NYC.