Corrections in red.  Stylistics in blue.

Thoughts.

The tragedy of an emigrant: everything that is precious and dear to me, is there, but the quality of life is bad. Here, the conditions of life are good, but nothing is dear to me.

Is it possible, to reach the same level of intimacy with somebody, as it was with the relatives by blood? That is when any gesture, any movement, and emotions are so important, and there is no egoism at all.

If I had grasped the complexity of my feelings… But, should I have? Where does it come from, this respect to my feelings? ?? Maybe, I just need to take them into account, for granted, without studying the reasons, consequences, and causes?

Comments:

I am not sure about the intended meaning of the first three sentences of the third paragraph. Therefore, I am not confident about my "corrections."   "this respect to my feelings" is very hard to understand.  Do you mean, "respect of my feelings"?  Or something else?

The first two paragraphs are excellently written.