Being Able to Speak Hindi

I realized today the impact that being able to speak Hindi has had on my experience in India. In one way I'm glad that I'm more effectively able to function in my surroundings than before, that I'm more independent in that respect; but on the other hand I feel its a testament to the idea that I'm starting to lose touch with my roots.
Last time we went to New York to renew our visas, I found that I was looking at the city less like my home and more like a new country. It was more than the usual, "Oh my god look it's beef" and the perennial feasting on all things unavailable here in India. It quickly became apparent to me that many of my mannerisms had changed and that I was really thinking of myself more as an outsider, like someone from somewhere else. I felt like a foreigner in my own country and it scared me. I realized my reluctance to become too attached to India, I wanted to feel at home but it just wasn't there. I don't even feel homesick anymore.