It’s kind of like someone dying, because we’ll never be those exact people again. And my life as it was is gone now, even if I go back it’ll never be the same again. And it’s so sad that I never even realised that when we left, I didn’t know that that was basically it for how my life had been right up until that point. And now it’s too late and I can’t get it back to say goodbye. It really is like death.