This is one of the things you deal with in a situation like the one I'm in. I had a life built in Texas. Sure, it wasn't perfect. The people weren't, the job wasn't, hell, I wasn't. But it was a life, and I tried to live it as much as I could. I laughed, I cried, I played, I mourned.... And I did it all with the friends and family that I still hold dear.
Every time I hear about something going on back there, there is a part of me that feels a little tug of sadness - just a bit of mourning for a life that was. However, I then remind myself that nothing stays the same, nor should it. The life I am building now is great. I've reconnected with old friends and am making new, while staying in touch with those that I have left. I still work, play, and live as much as I can, enjoying every moment for exactly what it is - a brief moment that has gifted me with the opportunity to make a new memory. All memories we have, new or old, are a precious gift for us to treasure, and I hold all of them - good and bad - close to my heart, thanking God for the opportunity to make them.