Dear Mini-me,   how dare you being two years old today?   Being apart from you for a week this month has been the best decision I have made in a very long time. It was a trip to the past, to my old life, my old job, my old self. I had a blast. But after two or three days, I experienced something I have never felt before. I got homesick. Because I missed you.   Your loving character has become more complex since the last letter I wrote to you. How little did I know about you then? …