My humble beginnings as an immigrant..

I am an immigrant - from the far east. I'm married to an immigrant from Europe and we've setup home in the 'land of the free' America! We have 3 children with 3 passports each, well almost. Not a day passes by when a thought flashes by that has to do with me being an immigrant - I moved to the United States when I was 22 to pursue my master's degree. This means I was a fully grown adult before I set foot in another nation. Everyday I'm puzzled, even after living here for 18 years, about the things that irk me, or puzzle me or warm me to the core... Believe me, I feel all of those things at one time or the other. But I wonder: as I grow older and wiser, which of these feelings will dominate on my mind? Will I feel more at home or more of an 'alien?' Why did a few of my friends move back to our birth country? Did they discover something that I haven't been wise enough to fully form an opinion upon? Or, do I just tolerate more? Or, rather, did I enjoy more privileges than they did?