Two years and I'm finally back with my "family". Why did I have to come back here? I was finally happy with my life and then I'm told that I have to spend time with the people I once called family. I probably should have missed them more, but to be perfectly honest I didn't miss them at all I found something so much better while away. I knew eventually I would have ended up coming back sooner or later. But here I am back sooner than I wanted to be. I guess I go in and get this over with.