I didn't feel like staying at the manor. I feel obligated to, like that's the place I should be, but it's strange. It's not like the mansion back home.
[The manor is smaller, but that isn't the point]
There I have memories of mother and father. Here, they lived for a time, but I can't remember a single thing, no matter how long I walk through the building. Even though it should feel like home, it just feels hollow to me.
[Glancing back with a note of embarrassment] And I was so hungry the past few days before, that staying at the shelter was maddening. So I guess I just camped out in here and it became habit.