A debatable subject aptly addressed to us ex-pats, both those who are still abroad and those who have come back for good (or so we thought).
Who can disagree that our cherished memories of the old hometown, rustic, rural, and crude, as it may have been when we departed from it, are worth remembering, revisiting, and reliving with both short visits and resettlement?
Thus for a good number of us, decisions were made to return and resettle, and to pick up from where we left off.
Years later and after a series of grave disillusionment, comes now the need for re-assessment of that decision to relocate. Has it been the right one? Does the ugly reality of living in the old hometown at the present time jibe with our sanitized or hopeful version of it, one that we incubated in our minds through all the years that we were out of it?
So is the actual living in that hometown good enough for us to want to stay further?
Time to sit back and re-think.
First, we need to re-examine our remaining attitudes and the nagging images we may still foster in our minds about the old hometown.
When we were still abroad, the stubborn thoughts of the hometown were more riveting giving us bouts of extreme nostalgic yearnings of not only getting back there, but also of doing helpful things in our new surroundings to help ameliorate the dire conditions of the beleaguered hometown, since someday that would become home for us anew.
We labored hard to set aside financial resources not only for our future but in aid of the old hometown, with an almost addictive sense of altruism and love for it as inspired by the alluring thoughts of what it meant to us.
Though we now hold very negative thoughts about what it has morphed into, we still like to think that somehow it would not be that bad. Though in reality in our estimation it is really bad enough for us since if the need arises we would decide against relocating the remainder of our family members and their remaining lives in this now benighted hometown.
The growing disconnect then becomes more apparent, though we may continue to blind our minds to the now harsh realities in the old hometown.
We cling still to our steadfast declaration that we cherish our beloved hometown and that still we would do anything to assist it in its many ugly travails. But deep down we continue to harbor no plans or inkling to get back to it. Sounds rather contradictory? Many would think so. But I guess our thoughts and longings are beyond rhyme or reason, or logic.
And what about those who may have relocated and are now entertaining similar thoughts? Is the option to uproot and re-locate one more time still a viable option?
That is the “to be or not to be” question.