First impressions...didn't last

Bangalore. Been here for just over a week. Loving every minute of it. City of Gardens- that’s how I knew it back home.
I had geared up with an itinerary of places to visit from snippets by friends. But once I landed, it conveniently found place with other scraps of papers in the bag. So had to activate those iron particles in my nose to waddle my way about.
On my quest for home hunting, I experienced the sights and sounds of the city traveling in auto rickshaws. Signboards appear like a computer code, a string of 0’s (guess that’s why it’s called the silicon valley).
People here look so content. I see no furrowed forehead. Things are humming; there are crowds, but no one is pushing about, rushing forward.
Grey clouds gather; a passing breeze would pick them up. The sun shone bright again. One evening, it began to pour. I strode up to the shed outside. Leaves glistening. Water streaming down the roofed tiles. Sweet smell of moist soil. And a steaming cup of coffee.
Suddenly it hits me, right between my eyes. I am not going back home. Not now, not any time soon.