[ScalyFreak]

I hope I'm in the right forum... here goes:

Has anyone ever, in the history of romance novels, written a story about an adult (man or woman doesn't matter) who returns to the sleepy small town they grew up with, reconnects with childhood friends of all ages, rediscovers all the things he or she loved as a child, and then moves back to the large city they fled to as soon as it was possible because visiting their old home town reaffirmed that moving to Chicago or Los Angeles or New York or Whatever-city-the-author-likes, truly was the right choice for them?

I am fully aware that the way the quaint small towns of rural America are portrayed in romance novels is not in any way realistic (Duh. It's a romance novel.), but that makes it worse. That means that the notion of staying where you've always been is more important than broadening your horizons, and that true joy is to always be surrounded by people who care so much about you that they never leave you alone, constantly interrogate you about your feelings and then tell you how to handle them, and interfere in your life, is the ideal way of life for a large number of people out there.

To me it sounds like torture. And that's before we go into the lack of real Thai food and sushi, jazz cafes, museums, concert halls, and little things like having several career choices that can lead to well paid long-term careers.

So.

Has anyone ever written a story where the person who fled town right after high school comes back for a long visit, falls in love, and then the happy couple proceeds to move back to where he or she fled to and live happily ever after in a busy landscape of asphalt, corporate office jobs, and take-out food, for the rest of their lives?