I don’t really want to go back. I don’t want to go home and become an engineer and get married when I’m 25 and be stuck in the same place forever. I don’t care how comfortable it is. I really don’t know how to get out of it – except to do something completely drastic. I won’t say I don’t have any ideas, but I don’t think I’m that brave. It would really be so much easier to go back and do this. I’d pretty much have an assured future.
I wonder if maybe I don’t want a home.