Do you ever visit a different town or city to the one that you live in and enjoy it so much you wish you lived there instead and feel a bit sad inside when you are leaving to go home?
I get that feeling with a particular city, and feel heavy hearted as I pass the city limits and then leave the city going down the highway. 
San Bernardino, CA. It was just such a cozy, beautiful, city thst provided me with the richest experience of culture shock I’d ever experienced (Flint, Mi =/ San Bernardino, CA×100000). I was staying in a beautiful small hotel right on the beachfront, with an awesome upclose view of the mountain range just behind us. As far as cultural disparity, well in Flint I was used to seeing morbidly obese people riding in scooters in Walmart wearing pajamas. In San Bernardino, the first morning after we got there, right at the crack of dawn as i was appreciating the ocean view, two men who must have been in their 70s, jogged past me. Both were shirtless and both were ripped and tanned like fucking Jack Lalanes. Wha? Dude, im being shown up by some senior citizens! Awesome!
I definitely didnt want to leave, even tho we were en route to San Diego (which was fun). I left my heart in San Bernardinoooo…
I get that feeling all the time. But ya can’t live everywhere.
I was heartbroken when I left Sydney. Partly because I so enjoyed my visit, and partly because there’s a good chance I’ll never see it again.
Are you sure that’s the city you were in? Because San Bernardino is inland, east of Los Angeles, and does not have a beachfront. It’s part of the region known as the “Inland Empire”.
And that includes the one place I actually wanted to live! 
All the time. Especially Paris and Maui.
I came to post that, too. I lived in San Bernardino and the mountains definitely loom in the background, but there’s no beach. It’s at least 70 miles to the coast.
You stole my post. Every word of it.
Well motherfucker. Ive been calling it San Bernardino all these years. Now i dont even know where the fuck i was! Now I’m really sad. 
I’ll have to do some digging and come back to this thread after i clear this up.
Santa Barbara perhaps? Pretty, pricey and near the water.
I wonder if maybe it was Santa Monica. San Bernardino was mentioned in the song “Route 66”, and the former Route 66 terminated in Santa Monica. I wonder if that was the source of confusion.
I’m always sad when we leave Rehoboth Beach, DE. We’ve been going there since the kids were teeny tinies, and I wish we could live there sometimes.
DUH!!! Yes!! Omg this was weighing on my mind. 
i even texted my ex-gf to ask her what city we were in and whether i was losing my mind. Haha. Goddamn, i feel silly. I think I need to re-evaluate my relationship with weed, maaan. Our love affair is getting too deep. Ha.
ETA: Thank you!
I lived in a small seaside town in northern Hokkaido, Japan. Every moment of that last day I was sighing about some small thing I’d never see again. A hot meal, a hot bath with a view of a frozen lake, good friends huddling over a small blazing grill in the endless dark boreal winter. All the people in town I’d gotten to know. As I was rolling out of town on the bus, I was blubbering like a little girl.
Edited: there were plenty of bar hostess girls when I got to Sapporo, so it ended up being a net win.
Liverpool, U.K. Been there 7 times and can give you a pretty decent tour of the city centre.
Click on the words “San Bernardino” in my post and you’ll go to Google maps-- maybe that will help you locate the city you were in.
Read two posts up. Problem already solved.
Locals call it San Boogaloo. (Did when I grew up near there, anyway.) Outsiders call it San Berdoo but they’re the kind of scum that say Frisco. Do I miss no longer being in the vicinity? Not really.
Cities and towns I missed leaving:
(time passes)
Wait, I’m thinking…
Amalfi, Italy. That’s about it. The rest… well, I had valid excuses to be gone. I’ve seen a question, “If you could spend a night with your ex, what would you do?” Ha! They’re exes for good reasons. Same thing. I left my past in San Francisco but took my heart with me.
St Martin. Every year when our vacation ends and we’re at the airport, I’m depressed af.