I've lived in the SW of England for the better part of 40 years, moving here with my DH when our children were little more than toddlers. I left my mother and siblings behind in the home counties and even after all this time I miss my roots. When I go back on visits, there is always a point on the journey when I know I've arrived 'back home'. It is a strong connection, a feeling of belonging. People sound different. No that's wrong, people sound different here, where I live. When I go 'home' people sound right, their accents so familiar, so missed.
Would I go back? No, not after all these years. My children are here, with their children. They belong here, and so do I. My home town, in fact the whole region, has changed greatly in the intervening years. It is so fast paced, I don't think I could stand the hustle and bustle, the never ending traffic queues. Here it is slower, softer. I can breathe. I think when I say I miss my roots, what I mean is I miss my past. And you can't get that back <sigh>