Sometimes it's hard. Ever since I went home, I've had dreams of what I experienced. They're not
bad but they're something complicated to sort out. I've been ignoring them for awhile now, so focused on getting better, just being better, that they've kind of crept up on me again. It's hard every now and then hearing my father's voice in the back of my head. He's not here, at least I hope not.
I miss people from home, I've never been away from them for this long. 2 years. It's been a long time. But I wouldn't change it for the world - I love this place, what it's given me. I'm so thankful, and I hope for more time here, too. I know the Dome is fickle but, I think I'd like to stay.