Boys, I was born and raised in Chinatown, U..., uh, New York.
I am now living about twenty or so miles outside of city limits but have lived elsewhere in the U.S.
I came back partly because it was "home" (though now it's so different) in that most of my relatives were there.
It isn't really such a good place for families unless you are either in one of the more middle class neighborhoods or 'burbs (becoming rarer and rarer). I don't have to vent on the lack of family and moral values in inner city locales. But contrary to what some (younger) people might think, the upscale areas are also atrocious for raising families for the some of the same reasons! It's just that they do it wearing nicer clothes.
In short, "home" is gone. My home no longer exists except as a memory. But I try to make my present home that for my kids. My wife would like to sell our house when we get really old; I told them I want to be buried (albeit at a ripe, old, old age) in the backyard, "Here Lies Your Great-Great-Great Grandpa, Kids, and No Spitting, Ballplaying, Swearing, or Drinking Against Headstone, Though You may Loiter, but Get Inside in Time for Dinner"