Dear journal,

     It's been so lovely to see all of my friends, but I say that as if I wasn't with them for a while. I have no clue or why I cannot remember the past year or so. Memory evades me.

     Today I found myself wanting to go home, but I was already sitting on my couch. I don't understand why I thought like that.

     There's something missing from my life. On Wednesdays, I feel like it isn't my turn to cook, and that I should sit back and wait for my meal. However, the logical side of my brain says that is stupid considering I am the only one in the house and who else would cook?

     While my memory of what I call my 'Time Away' still escapes my grasp, the feelings and impulses do not. This is my home, but it's not. These are my friends, but not all of them.

     I've returned home, but I'm lost.

     Where did I come from?
     Where do I go from here?

     All I'm certain of, is that I'd like to go back now.

     Please?

-Nyo!Hungary