I have been asked one too many times what I miss from my life that I left back in the US (rather made to leave 🙂 )
Here goes: nothing! 🙂 Ideally I guess I should say my home (lived in an apartment 😉 ) Well, I thought initially I thought I missed my home only to realise it was all a part of the mirage I was living in.
I do miss talking to my friend B & U everyday. We used to exchange notes on our daily activities sometimes ended up being even hourly 😉 I miss not being there for U as she was for me when I had given birth to A. I miss seeing some of my friends’ kids grow up, seeing A grow up with them. I guess my friends and I have to make do with emails/chats and photos to check on each other 🙂
Other than this, absolutely nothing. I am trying to build my life from scratch here at my age; hoping to make it despite many negative thoughts that crop up in my mind and those planted in mine by others (learning to ignore the latter, and learning to deal with the former! 🙂 )
I have always been proud to be an Indian. Chennai has been the place I grew up in. Life is difficult but it is not because I miss something from the USA.
One parting thought though, I hope my son does not grow up to hate me for uprooting him from there (I did not, was made to…) but I also think he will be fine. I hope he does not face the traditional conservatism Chennai is known for being a single parent kid! He has lots to deal with growing up here, hoping to protect him?!? I guess in this only time will tell! 🙂