I moved here when I was 12. My mother met and married my stepfather very quicky, at a very tender age for me. I was extreemly depressed by the whole situation. I was happy in NY and counted the days till I could just visit again. It's now 12 years later and I still miss my family a lot. I'd say it took a good 2 years to be ok with living here. But I still wanted to go back. The funny thing about it is, I got accepted to college in NY and then ended up staying here for college. And DH was/is willing to move there, but I'm not now. Mainly for the economy but also for the weather. And I just don't want to live away from my Mom. Especially if we're going to start a family. (In a few years.)