I might be homeless (...once more, I've lost count of how many times I have started from scratch... literally) but at least I am in very good and varied company!
Miss my peeps though, and the country that welcomed me and helped me out for so long.
There is a point during takeoff when the pilot has no option but to go ahead, never mind if both engines are on fire. The point of no return, for real. The aircraft has gained enough speed for take-off and trying to do anything other is simply not viable.
My point of no return happened on an 18th of May, 1995 to be exact. Everything after that has been a slow descent into the abyss. Some call it life.