I've been in Spain for the best part of 15 years and am married to a Spaniaird with DC of 6 and 3. Due to family issues/money we haven't even been back to visit since 2006. I will realistically never live in the UK again, bar civil war or something in Spain meaning I have to flee. I'm quite happy about that, I like my life here and I've been away soooooo long now and have no ties there really now (some friends and my nationality basically) I don't feel a desperate longing or miss it. I'd like to visit and show the DCs, but ca't imagine living there again, I think I'd miss Spain..it's where I've spent my whole adult life. But sometimes I get a bit wistful, or something..I don't know, a little twinge. Over silly things like watching Countryside 999 of all things just now on the iplayer and seeing the beautiful landscape.
Like I say, I'm happy, my life is here, my kids are Spanish to all intents and purposes, but at the same time I'm not Spanish, not explaining it well. Does anyone know what I mean?