Over a proud 7-year stretch from my 20s into my 30s, NYC was my home. Nicknaming myself a "Midwestern Brooklynite" (to the alarm of many family members) I plunged into growing, learning, and bumping along these tough new boroughs of life.
I really had no intention to call Wisconsin home again. To me, it equated to "moving backward". And once you experience the kind of growth NYC gifts you (and/or shoves in your face) - who wants that?