I know at some point in my life I will be alone. No kids, older husband, unwell brother.
I think about leaving. I know, no matter where you go, there you are, but by the same token, I could be me anywhere. Anywhere on earth.
A friend planned to move to France upon retirement, but it turned out she still has family obligations that held her at home. I don't have those obligations.
Would I stay in the States? I wouldn't have to. (Seriously, States, President Donald Trump?) Would I stay in a city? I think I need to be close to an MRI machine. And croissants. Would I need the English language? Well, that would certainly give my neurons a workout: learning German or Italian.
Freedom, though. Incredible.
I suppose if I'm old enough to be free of my location, I'd be old enough to want the familiar, though.