There’s something weird about staying in your hometown. It severely limits the definitions you accept for what makes you successful. Oddly, most of the hometown definitions of success have nothing to do with happiness. They have to do with becoming what everyone in your past expects or desires given who you used to be. It’s a sort of tether to a past self that no longer exists.
…happens overnight; there’s no magic threshold, no cliff which upon summiting grants sudden mastery. Mastery is not a static state; it’s an impossible ideal, to which you must work toward constantly, and there’s never a point at which you can say you’ve learned everything.