I can relate to this. At 8 yrs old, we moved 500 miles away. I was devastated. Didn't want to go, hated the new place, desperately missed my house and friends and All Things Familiar. I hated the new city for many years before resigning myself to it, well into adulthood.

Then "ran away" to England and lived there for many years. Ahhhh, bliss!!!

But now, back in the City of Resignation, where the universe seems to think I should be, whether or not I like it. :)