I’ve been thinking about the time I’ve spent from home. A yr & 9 months so far. The longest I have spent without my family. We (my little family) came here broken, a little lost & confused. I came here angry. So much had been going on. We came for what we believed to be more family closeness, thinking we weren’t getting it back home. My bf learned so much & it hurts me to see him in pain. It’s not what he hoped for, or what we thought. Instead it’s isolation & regret. We can’twait to be back home, to be welcomed with open arms. To be so involved ins family we forget about the time spent here. Positive, our relationship is better. On the verge of breaking a yr ago, now we’re closer than ever. We want to get married in 2015! We’ve been together almost 8 yrs. We fought every battle together & we’ve always held each other thru the pain. Time has gone by but I’m looking thru the broken ties onto the new beginning. We’re gonna be alright.