Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a girl. She was young and confused and didnt know much what to do in life, exept from partying and listening to rock music. One day she decided that this is not the life she wants to live. So she bought a flight ticket and left. After some years she started to miss her home, she started to miss the life she had before. So one day she decided to fly back. It was a wonderful return in all kind of ways, but after a while the girl felt like she might have done a misstake. Is this life really for her?
Yes, the girl is me. And i dont know how much truth it is within this story right now, or if it is just one of these days. We never really know, do we?