We returned last year after 15 years in Brussels for dh and 13 for me. we moved back as dh was retiring at 58.
I found it much the same; we moved back to our house that we had let out whilst abroad, so I know where everything goes (or should, I've acquired more whilst away); the people in the village are still here, the shops are much the same, my Mum is still in the same place.
I love that I understand here how it all hangs together; the bureaucracy makes sense; I don't need an ID card on my person at all times.
I miss my friends, the steak roquefort and frites at the fritkot across the road; the beer, the chocolate; the regularity with which shop displays changed from Christmas to Easter to Autumn to Christmas again..it was all very well ordered, but a tad too well ordered for me (you used to see women washing down their front doors, steps and pavements), and I used to get lost in the welter of Flemish and federal rules.
I am glad to be home - I coasted for 13 years and did sod all apart from voluntary stuff. I have got a job that I start in January, so I can pick up the threads of my life again.