It's sunk in, but it hasn't. I know we're not going back, but now I feel like it never even happened. I think it was Rachel, Marjorie and myself who were talking about how we were scared it would just feel like a dream, and it does.

Nobody at "home" understands. I know they're trying to, or at least I like to think they're trying, but they just don't get it. They're like "Oh, you'll get over it." and "Well, you still have us." I really don't. I can't relate to anyone anymore. I know that once I've been home for a while, it will get better and things will become semi-normal again. Right now, though, it all feels very unreal.

I just want to go home.