It is beautiful here
Why fight it? The sky is blue and there are vast green spaces.
But I don't want to be here.
Birds sing and the weather is mostly balmy. The ocean is at your feet.
I want to be back there - you know that.
Can't you just give it a chance? Please?
I've tried. You know how I've tried. It's no good. I want to be there.
You can't. It's gone. You sold it, gave it away.
I didn't mean to. How could I have done that? It was who I am.
No, no. It was just a house, things, a place. You are you, here and now.
I left a big part of me back there. You know that.
Stop being silly. You are not ET. You belong here. This is your home.
I don't. It's not. Can't you understand? I made that my home. I invested so much of myself doing that.
But you are here now. Look around you, look how nice it is, look at everything you have here.
I know. It is beautiful here. But . . . please?