I'm a simple emigrant and I value family relationships

Sometimes I wonder how nice it would be if I hadn't moved anywhere. Regardless of where from and to exactly. Just the fact that you can put down roots somewhere and keep growing. For example, I have several friends—German families. Completely ordinary, but by our standards, super well-off. And the secret is simple: the whole family works for its own wealth. And little by little, you already have everything and even more, even if not the most fashionable, but that's not important. And even this wealth isn't the point. I've always liked the image of a big family. Like in movies, where for a holiday all the relatives come and only one crazy but beloved aunt flies in from afar. But I don't want to be that aunt. I want to be the one who welcomes the whole family at her big table. And I even have one—a large Armenian family, but the catch is that my parents also emigrated even before I was born. So I've only barely tasted this delight. And again the roots were cut. Of course, we could establish a new branch of our family in Tyumen, but we have what we have. And the funniest thing is that even when I think that everything that happened before me wasn't my decisions. But here I am, I will start new roots, and for some reason it immediately seems to me that my children will end up with something even worse. In short, they haven't even been born yet, and I can't count on them. If anything, I don't regret my emigration—that's for sure. But I also won't reject the idea of the whole family being together in one place. It's just for me this would be quite a difficult process, and I would like to, like the Germans, live out my days in a big city and then return closer to my kin to raise the children. #emigrant_happiness