Not really, I am a cursed gipsy. I am here as my daughter is here, in college. Most likely will return to my home town in the fall, for good.
You have my sympathy on all levels. Once the travelling starts, it becomes its own motivation. For me, it started when I was eight. I never got over it, wanting more and more. In fact much of my work was designed to serve that purpose as well as, of course, pay for it. I think that the folks who never leave a comfortable home-town life fare, on average, better than those driven into semi-permanent friendship with flying Dutchmen.
I wish you well, whichever path you choose for yourself.