When I moved away, I liked it at first. I began to get homesick like crazy. I missed my family, my friends, my home town (Nashville, Tennessee). I made arrangements to move back home later on, had to quit my job (that was good!), sell a lot of my things (too far a drive from l.a.). Here I am, back home. And you know what? I think I just romantized (sp) it, the grass is always greener.