Old sayings are that way because they have a large smattering of truth
We grew up country. My sister hated country. We used to be tight. She was my favorite sibling, and thankfully, is now again. I'd visit her, but never liked it when she lived in the city. "Come home" i'd say, but she felt our country home was not to her liking. I had a pickup truck with a well-used shotgun rack (in massachusetts, if you buy that!)
I would visit her in some great spots, P_aris, london, bangkok, myanmar, qatar, bagdad, wherever her leftist news nedia spots sent her. She was never scared, I always got there on press credentials and a Nigerian passport
Nothing scared my commie sister until the home invasion.
It was that day, i'll never forget the call, she stopped being a leftist.
Welcome home, sis!
Glad your sister made it back!