When we were young, (middle-age), we had plans on where we'd live when we retired. We'd live in our RV and travel across North America, (Canada counts, Mexico was iffy -- a bit too hot), to every great fishing lake there is starting at Lake Winnebago. (The plan was to buy a Winnebago, so it seemed fitting. lol)
When disabilities hit and money became scarce, we were considering Tennessee, because their COL is one of the cheapest in the States, plus it's not known for natural disasters. (Hurricanes rarely go there, mud slides and floods rarely happen, forest fires don't rage in the dry season, and it's not in Tornado Alley.) But we stayed here in Philly, because my Dad might/did need me.
Now that he can't need me, and I couldn't travel far enough to go see him anyway, I see God always planned us to be where we are. If we lived in the burbs or the country, we would have been in serious trouble during that "Mother of All Storms" in the 1990s. We would have needed our car to get wherever we needed to go. Instead, we could walk where we needed to go. There have been many snowstorms that said the same thing since then too.
And, if we weren't 15 minutes from the nearest VA Hospital, my husband would be dead.
Scenically speaking, and thinking of my old hobbies, Philly isn't a place we would have chosen. We chose it for jobs. And, ultimately, God landed us right where we needed to be to prepare us to be here when needed.