I like visiting my hometown. Couldn’t live there again. There’s only 26,000 people and its the county seat! They still roll up the sidewalks by 9pm. Very few stores or restaurants. The one mall built when I was in elementary school is half empty now. Nearly all my old school friends are living elsewhere too.
I grew up in Jackson MS (among many other places, but was born there and have family there.)
I live in Sydney Australia, which is about as far away as I can get without starting to head back.
So yeah, happy to be elsewhere. Sad I have to go visit still.
Funny, you’d think with all the hippies around, there’d be plenty of grass. 
I’m from central Kentucky, and currently live just outside of Jackson, MS. I would not go back to Kentucky to live. I love it here.
I grew up in Buffalo, NY.
What was the question again?
I spent 3 years in Tucson, and that’s one place I lived that. Never would again. Of course, I said that about Atlanta in 2002, and apparently “never” is 8 years. But Tucson was just too dry, too brown…too different from where I wanted to live.
Grew up in New Hampshire, currently live in St. Louis.
I would move back in a heartbeat. Miss the mountains, miss the oceans, and yes, I miss the winters.
Bakersfield.
OK, now I live in pretty much the same valley (only way north), and it’s almost as hot. But we have trees, and a creek! So it’s not Bakersfield, it’s only fairly close. But I could never live in Bakersfield again. 
I moved from Tucson to South Carolina. Seasons are not all they’re cracked up to be! We moved back to the desert (Vegas) in high school, and I like it. Here, we get 150 “perfect” weather days a year, with highs between 65-85 degrees, clear, with a light breeze. Places that have REAL seasons go from muggy and rainy to pleasant for two weeks, to snow.
Let me tell you something about hell. It’s not hot there, as some people think. It’s cold. Snow is hell.
I’ll stop in and say hi when I go visit Grandaddy next, probably sometime in October.
(Though to be fair, he’s in Raymond, these days.)
When last I was in the Magnolia State, I got off the plane late. It was June. It was as though someone threw a hot, wet blanket over me. It was so humid I had to leave the bed turned down to keep the sheets from mildewing. I was ate up with mosquitos within an hour. Quite apart from my other bits of my standard ‘I hate Mississippi’ rant, the weather is enough to make me hate the place. Ugh.
To be fair I also hate specific people that make it just that much more sparkly special when I have to go there. Only my Grandaddy makes that trip worth it.
Would not go back to live again. Once my much beloved Grandaddy goes that’s it for me, I’ll sell up at a loss if I never have to go back again.
More for me, Opal! We have flowers here, they are all over the place. And trees, they just aren’t your idea of what trees should look like. Tucson’s not a bad place, although I bet it was a lot better when i was small, like in the 70s. I do miss the east and I yearn for grass and forests and water, but then I think of having humidity around 5% and I’m happy here again. For now.
Now, South Carolina I lived in for 5 years, in the Piedmont area, and that is my place I’d not live in again. Do not want.
Makes the snowbirds who live in Michigan in the summer and Florida in the winter look pretty smart. Escape snow but still get Michigan summers.
Santa Fe is even worse. It’s brown, dull, drab, boring, no trees, no plants, and full of nothing but (admittedly decent) restaurants and crappy tourist traps - and they still get plenty of snow in the winter, thanks to the 7,000-foot elevation.
I’m very happy I only had to live there for about 6 months.
I’d still be in Utah to this day if the people that lived there didn’t make it a theocratic-run non-alcoholic soul-sucking shithole. I love the ski resorts and massive amounts of snow, the national forests, national parks, but the pervasive Mormon culture ruins everything.
I’ll stay here in Oregon where I can be as weird as I want and settle for less snow in winter time.
Not true.
We have gorgeous summers - rarely above 85 degrees or so, and when it does get a little hotter, we have beaches and lakes to cool off with. We have no “muggy” season. Autumns are nice, too, typically in the 60s, and beautiful fall colors.
And then the snow comes, which is also nice. Snow can be pleasant, you know! The world turns monochrome, you can spend warm days inside by the fire with a pot of soup on the stove, or go out for a snowshoe or ski. Most winters are over too soon IMO.
Spring, I’ll give you - spring can be miserable. Lots of mud and melting snow. But it doesn’t last too long and soon enough it’s summer again.
I’ll take seasons over any other weather. It’s like you get a whole new world several times a year.
My brother’s kids grew up in Oswego. They all moved to Santa Fe, except for my oldest niece who started school in Buffalo. After one semester of misery, she moved to Santa Fe. She and my other niece now live in Albuquerque, my nephew is in Flagstaff. They seem to like where they are. My brother and his wife are totally digging Santa Fe.
Me, I need an ocean.
I grew up in Ohio and visit maybe once a year or every other year. It’s lovely, the people are friendly, and I always enjoy my visits. And I can never wait to get home. I will never live there again if I can possibly avoid it. My feet get cold. I hate that.
I also lived in the Upstate part of SC for two years. Again, nice place to visit, but I’d rather gnaw my own foot of than live there ever again.
I’d only go back to my hometown if I made a metric shit ton of money doing so. I need enough money to live in the rich part of the city, the rest of it is turning into crime-ridden ghetto crap.
To get to my own actual “nice to visit” place, Chattanooga, TN.
I know it’s only 2 hours north of where I live know, and I visit regularly, since I have family there and such. A couple of years ago there was a job posting there that I was interested in. And I applied - partly because I wanted out of Tucson so badly 
- but I’ve always been relieved that I didn’t get past the phone interview stage. It’s lovely, it’s changed a lot, but to me it would feel like going back to high school. I’m too different to live there again. The ghosts of my past would have me sliding into habits and actions that I don’t want.
It took me a lot of thinking to convince myself that I could be ok back in Atlanta before I even applied for this job, and I’m very glad I worked myself past the “never again” mindset, because this time around, I’m very happy here.
My parents left Utah when I was a toddler. They swore they’d never move back, but when I was a teenager we somehow ended up back in Utah.
Then my little family left Utah in 2008. We thought we’d be back in a few years. But after being out in the real world for a while, I can’t imagine moving back to a theocracy surrounded by Saints trying to convert my kids. We’ll still visit once a year.