I’ve returned from Germany at last. Crookshanks is glad to see me again, and my parents are glad to get rid of him, and it feels so, so good to be back in my own flat again. So many little things are strange now. I expected to miss my bed and my shower; I never thought I would miss things like brewing my own coffee. Or having a door that locks, just for the pure pleasure of using the key to get in again.
I’m recovering well, although I still have to go to physical therapy sessions several times a week and they’ve put me on ‘light’ duty which I just know I will hate. My right side gets stronger every day, and I should make a full recovery in no time.
To my friends who worried about me while I was missing, thank you for your concern. I’m sorry I scared everyone so badly with that. But please, don’t anyone come to my flat or try to welcome me back to England at once. Being at home is still a bit of an adjustment, it seems.