Have you ever known a great group of people that you were really close to and they were all like family to you? And than you meet someone and for some strange, perhaps even stupid reason, you leave that group of people for his group? You never quite fit in there, you never feel fully accepted. And you start missing your people. And one day you talk to one of them, and find out they all miss you terribly and want you to come home. And that's exactly how it feels. Like going home. Where you really belong. And where you never should have left in the first place. That's how I'm feeling right now.