X don't do it bruh.....frfr
I'm from Miami (which is a poppin city, but for non-West Indian blacks it's meh) and anytime someone says they coming home from trying their dream, it usually means they've accepted a life of mediocrity
The Bible says no man is of honor in his own hometown, of course those people in Buffalo were hating on you when you left, because for them it's like "How dare this little black nikka dream!" and when you go back home they'll be extremely happy to drag you down the path of stagnation and unambition, the path of Black & Milds, hole in the wall strip clubs, basic ass Thanksgiving dinner, Popeyes, marrying a basic chick, having basic ass kids, having a basic ass car and a basic ass house, truck driving is a basic ass job, that's the lick for nikkas fresh out the state jail down here
When you're 80 years old, winding down on the hourglass of your life, do you wanna be remembered as a regular nikka from East Buffalo that drank, smoked, had 3 kids who did nothing and died with a $50k life insurance policy, or do you wanna be the millionaire entrepreneur, the business leader, the man who blazed his own, who for generations your descendants will be saying "my great-grandfather was Dr. X, he was the founder of the largest art company in America and left us $400 million"
I wouldn't be mad if you were going back on some entrepreneurial/investment/philanthropic tip, but it sounds like you're giving up on your dreams