I'll still be here.
I refuse to believe the myth that there is anywhere actually interesting enough for me to go to.
It's the same old stuff worldwide. Annoying people. Boring landmarks. Miles of wanky pretension spanning the globe.
I've seen many of my friends go overseas, only to discover they're now in a worse position than before. All for saying "ohh lookit me, I live in (insert pretentious location here)"

The only thing I could think would make me move somewhere is weather related. I hate Australian summers. You know it's hot when the road starts melting.