When my parents returned to Butler in the early 1970s I discovered mind-numbing sameness. Almost everyone I met was born in Butler and their father worked at one of two places: Pullman or Armco. (Ok, *some* parents worked at other places. But 9 out of 10 worked at one or the other of these two places.) I was secretly happy that my father had worked at Pullman for a short time but he hated it.
I was only 11 when we moved to Butler. By that time I had lived on three continents, in four countries, and in three states. I had a Louisiana accent that I quickly lost by copying others; a skill I retain to this day. To this day I am glad my parents chose to take their children everywhere they possibly could. When Dad got orders Mom was as eager as he was to see this new place. I am my father's daughter, and my mother's daughter. My love of travel is inborn.
(I found this picture on the internet. I'm guessing Armco made ashtrays. And I had an uncle who worked at Armco for many years until he could retire to Florida where he and my aunt live till this day.)