Day Ten

We're settled in, finally. I haven't had a minute to myself in days.

Charlie can't shut up about how he's glad to be back, as if the past four years have been terrible for him. Sure, the city was less than pleasant, but that was the life we chose when we left here.

I knew I'd have to return someday, but I wasn't expecting it to be this soon.

Day One

Charlie suggested I do this. Something about organizing my thoughts. I don't know why I agreed; I just hope this isn't setting a precedent. I love him, but I never listen to a word he says because most of the time it's just his chatter.

Right now he's asleep, and so is Jana - our little girl. I should be sleeping, too, but I'm just so scared and upset.

See, we're going home; I haven't had to go anywhere by train since Charlie and I moved away.

My brother is in jail - again - and it doesn't look good for him. My father is sick and someone needs to take over the family store. My mother is sick and someone needs to keep the house in order.

There are so many things I need to get done before we even reach our old hometown...and right now there's seven hundred miles between us and all the memories.