Late yesterday evening we had a pleasant surprise. A good friend who had relocated to India was back in the area and stopped by for a couple of hours of chit chat and dinner. As we covered local gossip and work related news we took our plates and sat down for a home cooked meal of roti dal and chawal. The question simmering in my mind all evening sneaked out. “Do you miss anything ever about life in the U.S. after having moved back?” I queried.
There are a significant pause before he answered. I could see the faraway look in his eyes. I could hear his mental wheels whirring. He smiled as he said this. “Well! there are things we miss. But I look at the children happy and secure in the love of their grandparents and cousins and I know the decision was right.” These are not his exact words but the gist of what he said as I remember it.
I loved the way he smiled talking about it and how much at peace he was with his decision and life now. As we covered his professional life and how he transitioned from a tech guy to being a manager we heard about long hours and the chaotic traffic. We also heard about the happiness that comes from handling responsibility in a growing and thriving niche company, the kind of happiness that comes from having family close by and the peace of mind that comes from parents knowing their children are close at hand should they need them.
As we waved bye and went back to our chores my mind was still stuck with the one question that refused to go away. What would it take for me/us to make that decision? What held me here? What pulled me there? Would it be ever possible for me to be at peace with whatever decision I/We choose to take? No matter how much we beat this topic to death at home I guess I will know only when I cross that invisible line and get on the plane to go back home. So long as I refer to India as back home the questions will remain.