I curently live within 30 miles from where I was born. I was born in Caldwell, Idaho, but my family was living in Emmett, several miles away from each other, but both are still within 30 miles of where I live now, which is just outside of Boise.
OK – that comment has forced me to reply! 
I’m a category 1 - born about 15 miles from here. I also live around the corner from the house I grew up in, where my mother still lives. In the winter, I can see the roof of her house from my kitchen window (not now – too many leaves on the trees).
I love where I live. It’s not cheap to stay here (NYC suburb), but lots of people do - I see the grown up version of my high school classmates pretty frequently, and this is many, many years since graduation. A lot of us have chosen to stay or come back here to raise our families. It’s nice.
Much obliged!
254.08 miles, according to Mapquest.
I suspect that once my mother passes, I will make some sort of major move, as I only stay where I am now so as not to be too far from her if she needs me (her health is not too bad, but she is getting up there in years.)
I think I’ve lived in categories one, two, three, and five for at least five years each, but I am currently between 25-35 miles from where I was born (Trenton and Flemington are about 25 miles apart, but my house in Trenton and the hospital may be as much as 35). However, it may not count because the primary reason I’m here is that both my parents also now live in Trenton (they are in their eighties). I don’t live with them, but I’m nearby, just in case they need me. My two brothers live in Cleveland and Honolulu.
I don’t think folks necessarily live all that near where they grew up - even my parents’ generation spread out quite a bit as a whole - but I was shocked in adulthood to realize how many kids went to local colleges - the state university or whatever. In my family it was always assumed that not only would we go to college, but we’d go *away * to college, as in not close enough to come home on weekends (we were very poor, but in those days merit scholarships helped a lot more, may parents and we kids had been saving all our lives, and I went to a Canadian university that was incredibly cheap even then, but my older brother went to Brown - in 1970 the most expensive school in the country at $5500/year tuition). It wasn’t until maybe ten years later, back in New Jersey from school and employment in Halifax, NS and southern California, that I realized that the vast majority of people I knew had gone to Rutgers, Trenton State (now College of New Jersey or something like that), Rider, or one of the other fairly numerous smaller schools in NJ (very rarely Princeton, of course). Maybe this is more of an east coast (or north-eastern) phenomenon?
I really like your reply, Oy!, and it has caused me to rethink my basic theory a little.
Both my parents’ generation lived fairly close to “home” with Daddy’s siblings moving farther away than Mama’s. Adjoining states for Daddy’s, but all in the same state for Mama’s. My generation (both sides) have moved to the four winds (farthest away from “home” being Alaska).
Two of my kids live in the same town and are within 30 miles from me. The other lives four states away and we only see him on special occasions.
All in all, though, I still feel pretty sure that the majority of USA people are stay-near-home types. I think that characteristic is behind the regionalism and provencialism we see so much of today, and have for most of our history. Once the “big migration” has been done, I believe, the need for roots returns.
When I posted the OP, I didn’t take into account the relatively shorter distances involved in the UK (and other European countries). Maybe you folks could adapt the scale in the OP for what you feel is a “greater distance” in your own environs. Just a thought.
I call bull! Seeing as the earth’s diameter is only 7926 miles, you’d be hard pressed to have been born that far away.*
I fall into category 6 (830 miles).
*Yes, I realize that you probably are using the distance across the surface of the earth, in which case you could get up to 12450 miles from your birthplace if you were exactly on the other side of the world (assuming both places are on the equator).
Diameter distances are okay if you’re planning to drill your way home, but the majority of people in my acquaintance prefer to move along the circumference in their travels (or even above it). That’s more like 25,000 miles, so half of that would be the maximum actual distance one could be from some other place. So the “bull” can be called after 12,500 miles.
Category 1 for 37 of my 45 years.
The other 8 were category 4.
Pretty boring life I’ve led!
I fall in category 6 and have since I moved out of my parents’ house at age 18. The distance varies from time to time, but it stays constantly in category 6.
My dearly beloved, however, has always fallen in category 1.
'Twas a joke. Hence the little disclaimer in my original post.
Why would anyone feel inferior about that? Me, I’ve been a Cat 6 at various points, but I’m now down to a Cat 5 (374.39 miles). I like the Midwest, and it’s where the people who mean the most to me live. If those nearest and dearest to me lived in the mighty metropolis of Council Bluffs, IA, I’d probably be a Cat 1.
Cat 6.
Born in SLC, UT, I live in Tokyo. No question that it’s No. 6.
I don’t think we’ll get into any sheep jokes, so I’m guessing 2+ pages.
I got it – but only after I had hit Submit and actually saw your disclaimer. I was impressed with how close our numbers were!
Yeah, this is more about distances than sex partners. 
So who lives the farthest from where they were born? Me: 8,115 miles.
Well, let’s see:
Born in NJ. Have lived in Arizona, North Dakota, and Montana. Currently “visiting” Afghanistan. So, yeah, I’m definitely more than 400 miles from home.
Tripler
I move to GA in July. It’ll be the first time in 11 years I’m in my own home time zone.
19 miles (Category 1). Most of my life I’ve been a Category 6.
1.) Within about 10 miles actually. My brother and sister live within 1 mile of where they were born.
c) since everyone is killing time until the holiday weekend, probably 3 or 4 pages.