I've been here five months today. This place certainly beats the free house, flirting neighbor with the adorable kid and being barred from military service or flying, well - anything that's sky-worthy, I'm almost sure I would've been arrested if I tried to fly a kite - that was in effect in the former 'not-really-mine-but-really-was-if-only-my-grandfather-wasn't-killed-by-an-alien-during-WWII' universe I was in, but my soul for someone familiar to confront. This is an one time offer. I'm even willing to take on Ba'al and will gladly end up in the hospital afterwards, broken ribs and all that stuff. Five months! And the sixth one is only a few more weeks away.
Long story short, it's taken me one year, five months and being trapped in two timelines/universes to get homesick. I'm really never going to make it back home, am I?
If I do end up going back to my 'not-really-mine-but-really-was-if-only-my-grandfather-wasn't-killed-by-an-alien-during-WWII', I'll be sure to do my part in the WWII effort. I might even enlist. Actually, I'm sure about that. And I'll even have a beautiful beard.
Maybe I should let it grow out now. Get a better look at it. This is a bit vague, isn't it?