The best thing we can leave our kids is the legacy of how to survive

Why I am taking my Westernized kids back to the village

“Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.” — William Wordsworth,

There’s a palpable trend sifting through the air, a gentle breeze of nostalgia whispering in the hearts of so many I know. It’s the yearning to revisit the places where it all began, to reconnect with the simplicity of yesteryears when life flowed at a gentler pace. I’ve often found myself drawn into this current, watching as friends and acquaintances embark on journeys back to their roots.

Take my dear Bulgarian friend, Ivan, for instance. After years of traversing the bustling streets of Toronto, Canada, he felt the pull of his homeland calling him back, like a magnet drawing him to familiar streets and faces. Then there’s our Korean colleague, who, despite building a life here over nine years, felt the irresistible tug of his homeland, bidding farewell to the maple-scented air for good, accompanied by his Canadian wife.

And let’s not forget our German-Indian friends, who decided to chase the warmth and vibrant culture of Goa, trading urban landscapes for sandy shores and azure waters. Even closer to home, our son’s best friend, born to…