Like I said, I probably can't relate because of my military background, both my own and my parents; I moved around a ton as a kid, and moved around more as an adult. I don't consider any place that I lived during my childhood as home: not where I was born, not where I went to elementary school, not where I went to middle school, and not where I went to high school. I don't have family in any of the four places, except for where I was born, and I don't actually live there, and I'm not close to that side of my family, anyway. The only people I that I would have considered friends in all of the other places all had the good sense to move, so there's nothing holding me to any of those places, and I suppose that the idea of having a romanticized sense of where you "grew up" is a foreign concept to me.
Hell, I don't like where I'm living right now, and I'm only staying here so that I can see my son on the weekends, and provide him some kind of stability with both of his parents living relatively closely together. As soon as he's old enough to start college and/or live on his own, though, I'm probably going haul *** for wherever I can find the highest-paying job. If my experiences have taught me anything, it's that places are just places.