Not sure if this the right forum, as this crosses family, work, and lifestyle, but here goes.
DW and I have been together 10 years, and about 7 years ago, in our early 30s, we moved overseas for DW's work. She's on a career track which means that she may be expected to move internationally, from time to time (think 5 years, with time spent in company HQ in Europe. We have 2 young children.
First, we lived in Europe for 5 years, and then 2 years ago we moved to East Asia. I've worked in both locations remotely for an organisation.
I'm feeling that this is starting to get stale. This week, our kids are ill, and DW is away on a business trip, and I question if this is the life we want to live. We have domestic help, but we don't see family or long-term friends (we've made new friends / acquaintances here). Our home is nice, but it's not really our home, and my career isn't going anywhere.
What makes it harder is that my parents look at it and have also become (to me at least) vocal - why, with two young children are we living like this? And I find it hard to defend.
There are some benefits. We're reasonably financially secure with savings (and I know we're lucky to have that). We can pay for people to do a lot of the domestic tasks. We've experienced things and visited places that, I suppose, make us worldly. And our childcare is affordable (again, from reading MN, I know that's not always the case). But it feels like a bit of a gilded cage.
But when I read about what makes a happy life (I think family, friends, meaningful work), I lack those things.
The big problem is that if we were really to act on this, it would mean my DW giving up her career (which she's worked hard for) and I want to support her. And to be honest, I'm not sure she'd give up her career (as it is) for me (although there are other things she could do, surely).
One last complication is that DW and I are from different countries (UK, Sweden), so neither of us would ever be truly home - although close enough for us to have a home and at least we could visit family a few times a year.
To mix a few metaphors and cliches, it feels like a gilded cage, from which we've put ourselves in checkmate. What would you do?