My father used to tell the story of a guy who lived in Milwaukee, Wi back in the 1950's and was what we would call a "professional Irishman"
Where ever he went people made much to-do about him and bought him drinks - etc.
He quit his job and moved to Ireland with his family
His kids couldn't roller skate as the streets were cobblestone.
Once in Ireland, he was no longer getting the attention he craved.
Everyone else was also Irish like him.
Less than a year later he was back in Milwaukee.
The grass isn't always greener on the other side