In about a month and a half, I'm going to be here:
Gods willing, anyway.
It's hard to believe how different my life is now from just one year ago. This time last year, I was somewhere in Africa, probably trying to build a fire from whatever wood I scavenged. To say I've lived through a whirlwind over the last five years would probably be an understatement. I don't think about it much anymore. Where I've been, where I was. Today, I'm thinking about it. This Earth is home to me in more ways than Caprica was for the last few years I lived there, and more than Galactica ever was (she was my father's home, not mine), but this Earth is missing things I'll never see again, too. The same goes for the rest of you, which certainly helps, but it isn't the same. I've been trying to write down what I remember - so I don't forget, while I'm here, and so I can really have a story to tell Serra and Kara and S when she's older.