We've been staying with an uncle for the last 6 months, and something recently told us we weren't expected to stay there forever. I just miss our house too much; and when we need to travel back to my uncle's, leaving is always so hard.
We're ready to return. Instead of seeing it as a mausoleum, we now see it as a testament of love from our parents to us. Now isn't that the best indicator we can now handle going back?
And the most lovely thing about it is this: we're being welcomed with open arms.