When someone who has worked in a remote town says they are getting itchy feet and are considering moving, my immediate reaction is “that’s a shame. Surely it’s nice here! When are you thinking of moving?” (Hoping it’s far in the future). However, if I were in their shoes, I would probably have moved already… What is this conflict and hypocrisy?
Why do I feel they should remain? Is it because I will miss them? (Selfish and nostalgic of me), or because I imagine permanence to be some sort of virtue that I don’t possess?