Homesickness never truly fades. I’ve been away from home for so long, and while Arizona has become my second home, a beautiful state with its own charm, there are moments of stillness when memories from back home come rushing in. When you're alone and your mind drifts, it's easy to find yourself reliving the life you left behind.
Sometimes, I scroll through social media and see friends abroad gathering together, surrounded by laughter, food, and familiar faces. They look genuinely happy, and I’m happy for them. I know what it’s like to live far from home, and for many of us, those moments of connection are how we cope with the quiet ache of loneliness. Having friends around is a blessing.
There are times I think about going back home. But then I think of my kids. This is where they were born, where they’ve grown up, and where their opportunities lie. Moving back would mean uprooting everything they’ve known.
So I stay. I choose to sacrifice a piece of my own happiness for the sake of theirs. And in that choice, there’s a quiet kind of love.
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