*posted after Adel left the showers, somewhat shaky hand*
To my fellow cat lovers:
During the second shift today, I was given a black kitten to take care of. She was adorable, that was the only way to put it, and she reminded me a great deal of Gwan, the cat that I adopted just before I came here. It made me nostalgic, and I highly recommend that any pet lovers make a request for one of them.
However, despite that nostalgia, it just isn't the same as what I've lost. While gazing at the purple sunset, I couldn't stop thinking of home. Perhaps it is short-sighted and self-centered of me, but I can't stop wishing for some way to get in touch with my family. A week seems far too long in this place, and I don't know if I'll even be able to see the one I'm most desperate to check on. The door, as it were, is open, and yet I can't get through it. Frustrating, and the only thing which eases the homesickness, ironically, also increases it even more when it's gone.
Surely someone else here feels the same way, right?
-Adel