Barbados. Every year I am sad having to leave and return to the great white (at that time of year) north.
All the time. There have been places I just didn’t click with, but the vast majority of cities I’ve visited while traveling, I’ve been sorry to leave. Fortunately, there are usually lots of exciting things to look forward to in the next city, but the last one before going home is always particularly rough.
Cities, not particularly.
In my last square job I did a lot of traveling, and a co-worker said to me once as we were talking off from SFO, “Doesn’t if always make you sad to leave San Francisco?” I thought for a minute and said “It would, if I weren’t going back to New York.” I suppose Paris and Vienna might be different.
For the past few years we’ve spent two summer weeks on Mount Desert Island, Maine, in a comfortable cottage on the “quiet side,” on a good sized pond. We cook simple meals, hike in Acadia National Park, and sit and read books on the the huge deck. Leaving it to go home has been heartbreaking.
Frankfurt, Germany and Basel, Switzerland
The only place I feel that way immediately upon leaving is Estes Park, Colorado, as that is the place I’ve stayed the longest straight without living there - a week at a time for three times. I know I’m going to miss the mountains and streams and I am there long enough to get used to it.
The place I’ve stayed the second longest in a row on vacation is probably London, but I don’t feel sad immediately upon leaving. I feel sad the next day when I wake up and I can’t just walk down the street to a store or hop on the Tube but rather need to pile in my car to get anywhere.
Back when I was way into whitewater paddling I did a lot of trips to Appalachia and the Ozarks. I loved the natural beauty and mountain environment. Sadly, I don’t have transferable skills to allow me to relocate there permanently.
I was always sad to leave.
My eyebrows rose before the word “beach” – just at the name San Bernadino. Most people are extremely happy when they leave that place.
For short visits, no, because I don’t know all of the negatives that are involved. For longer term stays, such as for work (and I’m talking nine months to five years), yeah, I wish I’d lived in some of them. Particularly, certain parts of Mexico, but only assuming I’m still collecting a US wage.
Oh hell no. I’m going home to Chicago. Nothing beats that.
Not anymore.But I did all the time when I lived in West Texas decades ago. I would spend a lot of time in northern New Mexico and fell in love with Santa Fe. Leaving it always made me sad.
But I’ve lived only in decent places since leaving West Texas and have not experienced that for a long time now.
For the past couple of years, yes. About every city, especially those further south. Likely because we’ve been in the same place for 17 years and both are restless to move on before we get too much older. And these winters are just brutal.
Most recently, we wrapped up a vacation in Craig, Montana, population 35, three fly shops, two bars and no churches. It is fly fishing heaven, right on the Missouri River. We both started planning our next trip and looked at home prices.
It’s not so much the leaving London, it’s the getting back home to central Switzerland.
London is a 24/7, anything goes, city. There are so many people, no one notices what you’re wearing, and if they do, who cares?
Back home? Can’t go anywhere within 50 km without seeing a coworker. I wish I was joking. Stores close at 16:00 on Saturday and don’t open again until 7:30 Monday morning.
We like living here. But we always need a few days to get back to the routine. I don’t think I could live in London - it’s exhausting. But I miss the variety.
Actually I think the second longest is the DC area because I’ve stayed there for several times for four days, at least as often as London, and then several more times for less than four days which is a tiebreaker. I don’t feel sad when leaving because I only stayed close to transportation twice, at Rosslyn and Crystal City, and the other times were in an inconvenient part of Alexandria or Arlington Heights, and my yearly visit to an annual weekend party was over Memorial Day weekend and so in those places it was too hot to walk to a Metro comfortably.
Being from bumfuck middle America, I always appreciate new experiences regardless of locale, but ** ASTORIA, OREGON** remains my most memorable re the OP in the U.S… TREVI, ITALY re the world.
El Paso, Texas, believe it or not. I went to college there for four years and had some of the best and worst times of my life. I’ll always miss it. I wouldn’t want to live there now, but in the 1970s it was a great place both indoor and outdoor recreation.
Definitely feel that way when leaving Ocracoke. (Although I probably wouldn’t feel that way now, considering the awful damage done by the recent hurricane.) Of course, you can only arrive/leave by ferry (or some other boat), so I’m usually standing at the rail as we leave Silver Lake. Always very emotional for me.
Toronto. But housing costs fix those urges REAL quick. I can live with frequent visits.
Hong Kong. Ditto, except the frequent visits part.
A part of me weeps every time I leave Las Vegas, NV after concluding a vacation there. The thing is, my family and I went there constantly when I was a kid and nowhere near old enough to really enjoy it - and that’s the source of my enduring love for that city - but I’ve been there only a handful of times since I turned 21.
I wouldn’t want to live in Vegas proper, though, but I have said for years that I plan on retiring in nearby Henderson. Still might.
It was common for me way back in West Texas. But since I left and started living in decent places, not so much.