As I’m still getting used to being on my own again, I realize how much I hate just being on my own. Granted that I have a good few friends that I hang out with, but no matter what I say, family is family. And from experience only one way I know that can get me over missing them is potentially new family.

It is hard to explain it, just it does feel a lot like rediscovering oneself. If only there was someone close I could open up to.