Is the grass always greener?

I don't think the grass does always seem greener to be honest.
When we moved to America it was not actually a desire to travel or because we thought it would be better but because a university there made my husband a graduate (funded) offer we didn't want him to have to turn down.

We really didn't want to go - and had mixed feelings in the weeks beford we actually left - but once we got over the move it was just so easy to live there compared to our life here in the UK.

I often feel that Australia must be similar by the way people who know it speak of it.
We were of course fortunate with a Blue Cross health care package too so that made life easier.

However, when it was time to come "home" we really didn't want to do that. We were settled in a "new life" and it seemed a sad to uproot again.

Maybe some have a feeling that they are missing something or that life is better elsewhere but really I think most people are content in their home so long as things are muddling along OK.

I was an 'army brat' and also married into the forces so spent the first 40 years of my life a bit of a nomad. I always adored Yorkshire and would, one day, like to go back there to live. A dream that will never, probably, be fulfilled.

I think most places we go on holiday, particularly places like fabulous Venice and hundreds of places at home and abroad we think 'Oh how lovely to live here'. We are realistic enough to realise that it's not always as it seems.
We are in Birmingham, which is not everyone's idea of paradise! I love it with all its faults. I wouldn't live anywhere else.

What a lovely post, I am grateful for the historic city I live in, with its beautiful Cathedral dating back over a milennium.

I am glad that I live relatively close to three of my four children, and six of my grandchildren, who bring a huge amount of joy. Not to mention our two cats who rule the roost.

I love the changing seasons, especially the approaching spring.

So much of our country is stunning, the Cotswolds, the West Country, the Lake District being just a fraction.

There is nothing like the British sense of humour, sorely tested sometimes, but we are great at taking the mickey out of ourselves.

And then there are the Sunday roasts and fish and chips?