It was damn too close.

We made it trough, but everyone underwent a change in the process.
I am a mess again, although my Better Half spent almost two years trying to put me together.
My Mother is weak, tired and her health got worse.
My Father is doing better and after scaring the hell out of us all, he is 'just' fighting diabetes.
And deep down inside I am hoping I won't have to go to my Parents' place for at least half a year.

And now it's time to write another thesis, find a job and become creative again.

Bullshyt.