Weird, huh?
I went back home for my dad's 80th birthday in April of 2010, and was there for four days. When the sun went down on day one, I was already itching to go home to Texas. By the afternoon of day four, I thought I'd die before I got to the airport. I was that uncomfortable.
Perhaps I'd feel different if I could visit somewhere in the country out there, but I don't know anyone outside the big cities. I think I'd have to make a trip to Yosemite or something. I might enjoy that.
Well, come visit me sometime, I live way out in the country, near Yosemite as a matter of fact. You'd be hard pressed to tell the difference between the country folks in Texas and here except for the scenery.