A bit of personal background to put this story in context. I was raised as a military brat, moving every three to four years, then joined the US Navy, again moving every two to three years for the next 20 years. I ended up in Colorado where I have been for the past 15 years, in the same house for the past 10 years. I was getting the itch to move.
I had a great job, lots of challenges, great boss, great co-workers, good pay and benefits, and I was learning a ton. But I had the itch to move. Not just move locally, but get new horizons. I started to send out resumes to different places. I heard back from quite a few, but the pay wasn’t even close to what I was currently getting. I finally heard back from a company in Arizona. Through the interview it sounded like a perfect fit, and place where I could get in almost at the ground floor as they were going through a revamp of the IT infrastructure and personnel. The old guard had been cleared out and everyone from the VP of IT to the help desk had all just been brought in in the past year and a half. The position I had applied for was a new position to help even out the workload. Sounds great! Even came with a 13% pay raise in a location with an equal cost of living.
So I put in my two week notice, put the house up for sale (it’s a hot market the realtor said), pack the house, and move to Arizona. I had enough savings for four months of rent and mortgage payments, shouldn’t be a problem as the house will sell at any minute!
I start the new job. Folks in IT seem friendly enough. Talking with them it seems there is a little micromanagement going on. I can deal with that, I’ve worked with some pretty bad folks during my military career. I get my admin account set up, and start poking around to get a feel for the network. I ask about documentation and am received with laughter. Now my account is limited during my 90 day probationary period, which is understandable. I get tasked with creating a couple of servers through VMWare. Not an issue, I log into the VMWare console, find the server templates, but then realize I can’t see any other servers, hosts, or LUN’s. Hmm… that might make it difficult to create a server from a template. I ask about it and its due to me being in a probationary period and they will need to get permission from the VP of IT for me to get access. What!!!
About a week into the job I came in a bit early to find there were some issues with Exchange. I start poking around and find where the issue is, its on one of the Exchange servers and only affecting the email database on that server. Great, just need to move it to a different server, get email back for the affected folks, then find the root cause for the issue. Before I have a chance to do anything the Exchange admin shows up, I tell him what I’ve found and ask if he wants me to do anything. I get a HANDS OFF response. Fine, I log out of everything and go back to what I was doing. That afternoon I get called into the bosses office and get chastised for finding the issue. What?!?! Turns out each person is responsible for what they are assigned to and are not to touch the others items, even if something is down.
So I struggled through giving the morning verbal brief of what I was going to do that day, and the afternoon written report of what I had done. Fighting through the limited access I had while trying to do what was asked. I was called into the bosses office at least once a week for issues with my performance, to include to much time on the internet. Turns out it was me researching an issue with IIS and not surfing pron, but the assumption that I was doing nothing was a little ego busting.
So after a month, with the house still on the market in Colorado, my old job still listed, the wife not happy in the new location, and me not happy with the new job I sucked up my pride and called my old boss seeing if he’d take me back. Turns out he’d love to have me back at my old pay.
So I quit the new job, pack my stuff again, head back to Colorado, and unpack once again. I think my wanderlust has been satisfied for a long, long time.
The grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the fence. It was an expensive learning process, but things have worked out. I still have a house and a job in Colorado, my wife hasn’t left me (yet, she’s still unpacking and cursing me out hourly), and I still have some of my sanity left.
There are times when you have to suck up your ego and admit that you’ve made a mistake. It’s hard to say I screwed up and go back to a previous employer and admit your mistake to them hoping they’ll take you back, but that bridge can be important. You never know when you’ll need to go back over that bridge, so not burning them when leaving is always a good idea. 
TL:DR - Interstate move for “better” job didn’t work, tail between my legs back to old job