Art Eatman:
Excerpted from your response, the following: Back in the 1970s, in the giant demographic shift which gave us "Rustbelt" and "Sunbelt", many folks from up north moved to Texas. I met a fair number in and around Austin. One thing which struck me was their nostalgia for how it had been "back home". I pointed out that had it been so good back home, they would not have moved. It took a while, but some of them finally figured out that changing Texas to more resemble Michigan might well not be a wise thing.
I started out in NYC, left there years ago, and during my career as "engineering gypsey" or "tramp piper", worked in 20 someodd states and 3 other countries(western europe). Quite a while ago, I ran into some expatriat Texans on a petro-chem job in Pittsburgh. Most of them were decent people, just trying to earn their lunch money, during a time when things were bleak in Houston, so they went where there was work. Did that some myself too. In any event, a couple of them were always going on about how it was so much "better" back home in Texas.
At one point, I asked one of them a rhetorical question, one that I'm sure you can devine the nature of. Didn't get much of an answer, which was fine with me, as I had no investment of emotional capitol in Pittsburgh, it was merely a place where there was, at that time, work and reasonable financial arrangements to be made.
Anyhow, it isn't just northerners who wax nostalgic, as I'm sure you might have noticed. Then there is the story written by Thomas Wolfe, as I recall. The title was either Return to Babylon, or You Can't Go Home Again. Ther basis of the story being as follows: Things often never were, as you remembered them being.
End of ramble.