I've found cities fascinating all my life - and I've also found them incredibly stressful to spend a long amount of time in. I've also never lived in one fulltime, which may be a factor, and I grew up in a rural, economically depressed corner of England, so...that too.

But the "putting down roots" thing. When the pandemic hit I was renting a cabin in a corner of Scotland after selling my family home, prior to a few years of nomadism in Europe. And I realised I had so many roots online - meaningful ones, some with friends I've probably spent hundreds of hours talking to, but rarely get to meet in person. And maybe that's a new version of "putting down roots" that has never been easier? So maybe there's a traditional prejudice with that term, one that doesn't fit the newer, more fluid reality for so many folk. (Not just younger generations, either! I was 50 last year.)

All this reminds me a bit of Venkat Rao talking about permanent nomads, and how their constant movement is how they feel stable and rested: https://www.ribbonfarm.com/2011/07/31/on-being-an-illegible-... Maybe many folk look "unrooted" but they're actually rooted in ways many people just can't get their heads around properly? Maybe (maybe) it's sometimes not about the place at all?