Hard?

No.

Excruciatingly painful and awkward?

Yes.

For me, however, it’s the opposite. I have difficulty in returning to my home country, not leaving it. Frankly, I never want to return to my home country other than for a few weeks to visit family.

After ten years in Spain, I no longer belong in the US.

It’s where I was born but it is no longer my home.

Life in the US is a terrible way to live. The food culture, the driving culture, the work culture, the superficiality, the political vitriol, the racial obsession. Pretty much everything sucks except for the scenery.

The only thing I miss about the US is family. That’s it. I don’t miss the political vitriol, the racial obsession, the driving culture, the attitude of live to work rather than work to live, the terrible food and beer and wine. I don’t miss the superficiality. I don’t miss the lack of personal freedom. I don’t miss the constant presence of armed police. I don’t miss anything.

Except for family.