I guess I didn't clarify. The other person and I both agreed that when we go home, people are nicer. I did a ton of traveling just before my mom's stroke and after. Almost every time, it was just me and my youngest two kids, who were 2 and 5. They might have been 1 and 4 when I started traveling a lot. As one can imagine, getting through airports with two small children, diaper bags, car seats, luggage, etc is not easy, plus my little guy was still at the stage where he wanted to be carried a lot. Traveling for pleasure was easier because we could do short jaunts at a time of day that was good for the kids. Dealing with all the travel after my mom's stroke was really hard on the kids. They were moody little beasts. (I say this affectionately. Kids are tough when they're tired and tired of being shifted around and staying in hotels and hospitals.)
Just in these examples, the coast to coast difference in behaviors were very noticeable. Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Illinois were mostly the areas I landed in. Out here, we were in California, Arizona, and Texas. Up north, regular people would open doors for me, offer to carry my bags, chat with my kids and play with them while we were out, exchange sympathetic glances when things weren't optimal. Out here, no. People would barrel past me, bump into us as they went, tisk at us, make huffing noises when we were too slow for them, or cross their arms and tap their feet with impatience. I was in the same situations repeatedly with the same kids and the way people treated us was totally different. No doubt, the people in the midwest wanted to get on with their days too, but rather than being impatient buttheads, they jumped in with a "How can I help?" attitude.
The person I was speaking with was a student. They travel back and forth- school in one area of the country, home in the other. They saw this too. Here and now.
My current neighborhood is pretty awesome as well, but I live by people who all moved here from the midwest or the south.