Normally I am very, and I mean very, good at tracing...well pretty much everything but this welcome letter thing... what the hell? Why am I in New York? This isn't normally a question I have to ask because I'm not the kind of girl that winds up places I didn't mean to go. I mean, I drink but I'm more of a wine girl...to relax not to get black out drunk. Not that I'm...rambling Felicity rambling Nevermind.
Um...I choose to believe that there actually is a way to go back home because that's where I want to go. So, how should I be doing that? Help?