Why

The sky is grey, it is windy out and I feel lazy. Like I told a friend, I don't want to do anything but I have so much to do.  I keep hearing that song from Rascal Flats in my head about "going back to Mayberry".  I had a couple requirements when we moved to the mountains, a small town, little crime and I could hold the phone book in my hand. Well our phone book is the size of a comic book.  People here get arrested from just threatening to punch another person. There is crime, especially drugs but it isn't like the area of Florida I came from.  The town is very small, too small now.  There is no Mayberry.  There is a Mt. Airy where Andy came from but there is no Mayberry.  Why when we reach an age to we want to go back, to find that 1960s sitcom?  It doesn't exist and it is stupid to look for it.  Why now am I disillusioned?  I think maybe life is catching up with me.  I have everything I wanted but did I need everything I got?