I'm 25 miles from where I grew up in Surrey, my other half hails from Essex so it's round the M25 to get back to his neck of the woods. Round the opposite direction to get to one of my sons who lives in Bucks, the other lives fairly close to where he grew up. One of my closest and oldest friends from our earliest school days, still lives in our home town, even though she's lived, at varying times in her life in Brussels, Ireland, her parents were both Irish, The US and Australia, but back she boomeranged at every available opportunity, my nickname for her is the Accidental Tourist. Wherever she was living in the world, it was always the worst place she'd ever been to. We corresponded via letter, pre internet days, she'd always say "I can't wait to come home, and home she came back from Australia to have her first child and persuaded her husband to move lock, stock and barrel even though he had a lucrative contract in Oz. When I left home, it was to move to a flat in south east London, near Crystal Palace. Most of my grown up life, apart from a brief spell in Australia, I have lived in Greater London. About 38 years in leafy West London near the Royal Parks and the River Thames where my children were born and grew up. We moved from London 3 years ago, just into Sussex, to a lovely market town. The beautiful Surrey Hills, (my county) are just a couple of miles up the road and the South Downs and coast about 15 miles.