In my late teens and very early twenties I worked in and partly ran my old man's pub in London.....it did very well but that's another story. Anyway above the pub were a couple of floors that had rooms that were rented/given out both to staff and lodgers.
One of the lodgers was this cool Irish guy in his early thirties, he worked in an office but was also a musician and all the rest of it.....liked his drink, which was his Achilles heel and often got him into trouble. I could write a book about what he got up to even though I only knew him for a couple of years.
The point is he couldn't abide by all of that 'I love Ireland and sod the English' stuff that you'd occasionally get from drunk Irish punters. He'd say, 'if you loved it so much you'd still be there'.
He came from Dublin and certainly had affection for Ireland and if I remember correctly (it's a long time ago) said he'd end up going back as an old man, but that he was born to travel and experience the world....and he certainly did while I knew him.
I sometimes wonder if he went back.