My Granddad's family left Atlanta after Sherman burned it, and moved to Tennessee. The war followed. They moved to Missouri. The war followed. They moved to the Nations, later known as Indian Territory, later known as Oklahoma. The war didn't follow.
Through the years I have been all over the country, and have seen the good and bad each place offered. I have also seen the black dog, seen it rain on a sunny day, and fought the dragon.
The best place is still my own driveway. Same town, fifth generation. Roots are deep enough until the Trumpet sounds, then I'll be in a better place.
Nice and well stated.