Back to the motherland

So, you're really happy with life and all, nothing really to worry about except for the stupid, little fact that you're not sure of what to do next fall, yet you get these moments where everything would be a lot better if you went to the US, although you're fine! Finally you can go see your parents almost whenever you want (not that it happens very often), it's easy to keep in touch with friends you haven't talked much to the last couple of years (then realizing most of your friends are in the US), the system is so much easier (although you have to pay bills and actually learn how to live your own life) and you can finally have everything in your own language again (but what is my real language, my lingua franca?)...
Finally one day I'll get used to be living in my mamaland, settle down and live happily ever after...