The family escaped from NYC when I was seven. Never looked back. Hated the city.
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.