Welcome!

Well if you're reading this, then you should probably grab some popcorn, for this will be entertaining for you, but absolutely scarring to me.
On December 20th, my family was notified that we would have to move, and would have to finish our transition before Christmas Day. Of course, me moving around a lot, was not worried about this. I was not sure the cause of us moving, but my father said that the owner of our house wants to move back in with his wife.
About 3 days later, everything was back the way it was, but in a neighboring town, meaning I would have to get a ride from someone to work that was about 20 minutes, and THAT is why we have co-workers. Just kidding, but it was a real help.
Christmas Eve, I was at my boss's house, she was throwing a party. Not a huge party, but mostly had her family and the people who worked for her. (Making this story move to climax here)
I recieved several calls, in which I did not answer, I thought it would be rude. Because I was meeting my boss's family for the first time. But then I relized I needed to step outside, because whoever was calling me must have been desperate. It was my mother. As I picked up the phone it was not my mother's voice, but my panting sister's voice. She was balling on the phone. The only words she muttered was "Isä on mennyt" which to me meant Dad is gone. Knowing me, my father was the last member of my family. And the confusion of my sister picking up my dead mother's phone to alert me that my last parent is gone, makes me want to rethink what I spend my time on. I chose video-games, over family.

Which leads me to end my story, this is why I have been niglecting everyone here, this is why I chose family over video-games, I am sorry, I MIGHT answer any questions you all may have, but I need to work my life out. I might be away for a year, I just need a break. A long one.

Cheers.
Happy Holidays