As I've been getting myself acquainted with this city's culture (and this planet's multitudes of cultures), I keep finding myself missing aspects of ours that were lost during the war. The television show helps fill in some holes, but one of the only things that carried over from before the Fall to the war was religion. When you're too busy trying to save your own skin from certain death, and trying to make sure all of humanity doesn't blink out, it doesn't leave a lot of time for artistic pursuits. We lost so much of our music and our literature. We lost our history. All we had were our memories.
I never really missed any of it until I started thinking about it here. It was gone. I didn't miss cooking on a stove, or any of the normal activities that filled my daily life. I missed my grandfather's library, or going to see a pyramid match with my. I missed going to concerts and the way Caprica City lit up at night on the weekends. All the things that could never be replicated.
I think that's what makes being here difficult. We miss so many important aspects of our lives here, and we have to reinvent ourselves. I've never been good at that myself.
Anyway, for anyone interested and anyone who chipped in to help pay, I've settled on October to make my trek back to Africa. Happy one-year anniversary. If I get taken back, you can all have your money back as long as you promise to use it towards fulfilling one of your dreams instead.