I have been here seven weeks already, and I do not understand this place any more now than I did the day I arrived.
I waver between wanting to stay because it is a quiet, peaceful place and only uncertainly awaits at home, and wanting to go home because...because I feel I have much to do there. I don't know what that is, I don't even know who I am anymore. But Oz is home and this place is...not.
No offense, Phil. You have been amazing, and I appreciate it very much, every day. Please don't think this means I am ungrateful. I am not, in the least. I am merely confused and uncertain.