So, I seem to have found myself back in Bree. It's been a while. Although it feels good to be surrounded by the familiar sights of my youth, I'm already regretting coming back. My parents it seems have moved away from our old home - but I don't blame them - there's so many memories tied to this place. I asked around and from what I can tell they are safe and well - whereas they probably think I am dead. Maybe I should write? Would that be worse than just turning up at their door? Not quite ready for either of those though yet. But soon.
One thing I did enjoy was my first visit to the Prancing Pony. Oh the hours Rose & I used to spend outside wondering what it would be like to go in and planning the celebrations we would hold in there. I think she would have enjoyed it too. It didn't go without its embarrassments however. After being invited to join a table of friends that were enjoying their evening, I managed to lose my footing and basically sit on the knee of Hobbit that invited me over. It's like I have forgotten how to be with people and be normal. There's a chance I have traveled alone for too long.
Since I am here, I will look in on a few people we used to know, but I'm in two minds whether to stay. I've not gone close to where it happened. I feel I should - I see the place in my nightmares enough. Maybe that's why I've been led back here - to go back, and finish what we started.
Until then, I am going to sleep under the stars that I remember so well. The sky has never been more beautiful to me than here.
