I always said, "I am going to see my parents." They moved to San Diego in 1979. I have never lived there, though, but have spent a lot of time there, especially as a young mom, when I lived in AZ. So, I feel a connection to San Diego, but it's not home. I also feel like my home has always been where I am living. I've lived in a lot of houses/apts., too, in addition to the 3 states I've lived in.
We moved when our kids were young enough that it wasn't overly traumatic for them. The youngest was entering public school. The other one was going into second grade, had a little bit of a hard time, but nothing like I had when I moved in 10th grade... really, that was just about the worst thing that has happened to me, in terms of how much it screwed me up. We made another move to another close by town when my kids were 11 and 13. They were well prepared and already had acquaintances/friends in the new town from religious school. And all of our friends were in the new place, too. But, I still remember my oldest son saying he thought he was going to throw up the first day I drove him to his new school! They did very well, though.