Google girl

The story is about dilemma between carier and family in modern world.

I arrived this evening. I got off at the platform and walked along the cobblestone street toward the sleepy old town. I hadn't been to my hometown, where I grew up, for ten years. I noticed there were fewer people on the street, perhaps because it was a weekend.
The phone rang, and I quickly picked it up. It was my mother. Lord, living so far away from her, I was so happy to hear her voice and know that I would soon be returning to my own apartment. Due to a busy work schedule, I couldn't visit my mother for a decade. We talked on the phone, of course, but that was still enough time for me to become wild and change drastically, as I worked for the well-known Google company in California. I don't know how I was so lucky to work for this dream company for ten years. Of course, I couldn't go to St. Petersburg until I finally settled in California. I had everything except a normal family, and that sometimes depressed me, although, of course, many people dream of the life I had. I finally caught the tram and headed to my home district, Primorsky. Along the way, I was nostalgic for all those walks with friends and colleagues when I was still working in St. Petersburg. I loved and will always love St. Petersburg; it's where my youth is, and where my heart lives. California as a state is still foreign to me; it's simply a place where you can earn money and live successfully. When I left St. Petersburg, I was only thinking about my career, although by then, in my hometown, I could have already started a family and children, like many other women.
Yes, I'm ashamed to admit that now, driving through the St. Petersburg neighborhoods, I thought I should have left, and in the end, despite all my intelligence and career, I simply miss having a family. When I count the money in my wallet, I realize it's become my religion. How far I've become from all humanity! Oh my God, as soon as I arrived in my city, before I even set foot in my home, I was already dreaming of staying here forever.
These thoughts defied common sense, but I found it hard to resist.
And so I arrived at the house, framed by beautiful maple trees, and my mother was already waiting for me at the door. I waved happily. I ran as fast as I could and hugged her. Finally, I was back at my alma mater.
Of course, we talked for a long time, there was plenty to talk about, and I bought a return ticket; I was supposed to return to the US in a week. The next day, my mother came up to me in the morning and casually mentioned that my friend, who stayed in St. Petersburg, had been waiting for me all this time and kept asking about me. I'd never forgotten him; I had feelings for him, but back then, Pavel seemed indecisive, and I didn't know what to expect. I met him the next day, and he was as charming as ever. Now, it turned out, he knew what he wanted and, finally, mustering up his courage, proposed. It was unexpected, but I accepted without hesitation, as I also realized that I wanted a family and simply couldn't worship all this materialism and settle down in American culture any longer.
Of course, I returned the return ticket, but I was determined to change my life. I knew it would be easier for us together. Of course, ten years is a long time, but, as they say, better late than never.
My mother and I were preparing for the wedding, and I was happy. I rented an apartment with him in the Primorsky district. It's just that everything good doesn't come into your hands on its own and you don't need to look for anyone, everything you need will come, everything has its time.