In the interim I obtained my bachelors degree, while dealing with some intensely challenging family situations (understatement). One of my best friends, the powerlifter who introduced me to lifting in 2011 was killed in 2013. It's been a rough few years, but I've been lifting since last August - slowly worked my way back into heavier weights. Had a great friend from work who became my gym buddy - but lost her when I moved back to hell. I figure another four years here, and maybe a master's degree then Ima getting the heck out and back to green/seasons. I miss fireflies, dammit.