My mother and stepfather moved far away to the countryside about two years ago. It had been their dream for a while to go back to their roots, to live in the area where their own parents and/or grandparents were born. My siblings and I had a really hard time seeing them go. To this day we have been making fun of the countryside, its people and the lack of cultural activities, probably out of jealousy and fear of loss. For a while a part of me thought that if I dismissed my mother's love for the place long enough, they would perhaps move back to Helsinki. It is now obvious that it will not happen. They made their dream come true: they now live in a big house by a lake, listening to the whispers of their ancestors, and they are surrounded by all the peace and quiet they could ever want.
After having visited them for a few days, I decided that from now on, I will stop insisting that their decision to move was the wrong one. (I will, however, reserve the option to make fun of it all, especially during the moments when I miss my mother.) They seem truly happy, and I guess in these surroundings it would be difficult not to be.