In just a few days I will have been here a year. A year of life beyond what I would have had. I suppose, on the whole, I am thankful for that. Though considering if I am ever returned to my world, life will go on and I will die, it is probably more accurate to call this stolen time.
Still, a year is more than what I would have had, so perhaps it is time to look beyond the moment and the concern that I may be returned. Certainly my employer thinks so. He has given me quite an enticing offer and one that assumes a certain amount of permanency on my part. Starting my own restaurant is certainly a risky venture, even with the backing and support of my current employer, but I have hardly shied away from risk in the past. At least if this fails, I will not be killed.