Homesick like an adult

Never thought I would ever do this,but I guess it's a great idea just to throw your thoughts to the endless World Wide Web.
I'm an immigrant,that means I changed one country to another,changed the language I speak, got used to a new food,different way of living, another way of being a good neighbor, good friend... Got used to it, accepted it as a part of my new life, when in Rome doing as Romans do. And that is what all the immigrants do we adjust but do we actually change?  

I did, I realized it when I went to my native town and had been asked of where I'm from... You behave differently they said, you smile,you have a different sight... That made me think, and it wasn't something very pleasant,you are a friend among strangers and a stranger among friends. Not a very pleasant fact.  Some people been asking me if I want to come back,they've been asking me same question for the 6 years now. 

 And I guess I should say I didn't move because I felt extremely bad there, I moved to give it a try, there was one thing I was always afraid of, ever since University years. I remember how on our English practice lesson we were discussing the future plans and listening to my fellow student I got so terrified, is my life really a written script with nothing outstanding, nothing breathtaking, spectacular, exiting in it (besides wedding day and kids and their first steps etc...), will it really just be marriage,pregnancy,delivery, 9 to 5 job... I know some people call it "stability" but I'm searching for "happiness" and it is such a different thing for each of us, especially if we "turn off" the society pressure.

Every time I'm walking down the street in my native town towards my home, stopping by the grocery store to buy my granny her favorite ice-cream, coming across an old friend of mine, spending evening with my parents at our "dacha", swimming in pond there I'm definitely, absolutely happy  but would I be, if I stay?