Was a career of constant moving worth what it cost my family?

A life of moving between worlds gave you range few people ever have, and it asked your family and your own roots to pay for it. Now you are counting that cost honestly, and the ache is real. Do not rush to tidy it up. Some things were genuinely lost, and pretending otherwise would dishonor them. But be careful with the word wasted. You served something, connection between nations, understanding across divides, quiet work that kept worse things from happening. And your family gained things too, even amid the cost: a wider world, resilience, a closeness forged by facing the moves together. Both the loss and the gift are true. What matters now is what you do with the time you have. You cannot give your family back the years of rootedness, but you can give them your presence now, fully, wherever you plant next. Have one honest conversation with the people who moved alongside you. Name what it cost, and name what you are grateful for. That is how you make peace with a life spent between worlds.