My father died a long time ago and... well, let's leave it at my mother and I never got along. So back home, I lived alone, and for various reasons, I didn't really have anyone to turn to.

Here, that's completely different. I have friends, people who care about me, and it's thanks to them that I actually feel alive and happy for once. Some of those friends live where I do, in fact, so going back home isn't a thing I'm afraid of anymore... but this place, for the longest time, was basically freedom to me.

...Ironic, huh?