Hey Diary,

  I’m back in Fish. Back where I grew up.

  My guess that Mom and Dad would rebuild to only have two bedrooms was right. Wisp has a big room, like I had before she was born and it was split. Yep. I mean, I don't live there any more, so yeah.

  I don't live anywhere any more.

  I have my flying carpet and a backpack, and that’s all I need. I can go anywhere I want, do anything I want, not tied to anyone or thing.

  It’s awesome.

  It’s just so awesome.

  It’s…

  We have to stay here a week while our new wagon gets made. It will be made to our specifications, and it will be the most amazing wagon ever built. I can't wait.

  Meanwhile, It’s like my parents don't know how to treat me. They don't have a spare bed in their house for me to sleep in, since all the furniture was destroyed in the earthquakes, but they expect me to go back to work for them. Mom wanted me to help in the diner the first night we were back, when everyone got together. It was basically a party celebrating Maeve and Maki being back, and Mom wanted me to be a waitress. Because that’s what I’ve always done.

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  Mom just can't understand that, to most people, cooking and serving food doesn't make them feel useful and appreciated. Especially not when they’re told to do it. Especially not when everyone else is having fun talking.

  Dad understands, but thinks it's fine? Or something? Like I’m overreacting. Like the whole months of me being gone was just a phase, and I’m back now, and things will return to how they were. He doesn't comprehend that I’m leaving in seven days and won't see them again for another couple of months.

  So yeah. Super fun being “home” again.

  “““Home.”””

  But hey, they were happy to find out I’m alive, at least. That’s important, for some reason. They weren't mad about me having left in the first place. They didn't try to ground me or anything.

  I'm not sure how sending me to my room would have worked, since I don't have a room any more. So it’s just as well they didn't try.

  Wisp asked about my hair, why it’s more pink now. I told them about the ursa major, but didn't tell them what my level is. They don't need to know.

  It’s funny, almost. I don't even know how many times I’ve wanted to talk to them and ask questions, ask how to deal with things. Now that I’m here and have the opportunity to… I don't want to. It’s been a whole day, and I feel like I have nothing to say to them.

  I have nothing to say to anyone.

  Which is great, because I’m staying in a barn loft, and have no one to talk to anyways. Lucky me.

  No people, I mean. There’s always the nocturnal animals. Maybe I should go out and find some random raccoon to vent all my issues to.

  Nah, I don't want to traumatize any poor random animal. Maybe if I fall asleep I won't wake up for seven days. That’d be great. I'll try it.

  Signing off,