torn

Sometimes I feel torn. Torn between wo versions of my life. Torn between two worlds and two countries.
When my family proposes to move back to Tyrol, being closer to them, that once grandchildren are there they won´t see them much, it hurts. It hurts me because I feel I hurt them by not living in Tyrol any more. It makes me feel I have to choose on day, between my love and my family. My current live and another back home - which is unsure how it would look like.

And then the questions to myself -
would I feel happier back home closer to my family?
would you follow me, If I had the desire to go back?
What would I have to give up, to make my family happier?