Falling into a routine again at the hospital has helped me take my mind off being stuck here, but I can't believe so much time has already passed right from under me. I still miss home, but more and more I wonder if I should just accept that I'm likely never going back, and I suppose it's not so bad.
But part of me is worried about getting too attached to life here and losing it all over again, if it's only temporary. I guess it teaches us not to take any moment for granted.