The Good Life

This place is just as hot and humid as it was when I was a kid. I can't get used to it, but the kids love it. The thick, lush grass, the trees, the wildlife... Joachim has been barking and yapping with joy all day long. Rachel spends all her time chasing and playing with that old dog (how old is he now, anyway?). Dad is his usual self. His gout has been getting worse, and he still just sits there all day, looking over those recipes. He still refuses to leave this place - still won't listen to reason. I miss you already, baby. I kinda miss New York too. The city, the lights, the busyness. Now THAT'S the kind of life I want! I think I'd better stay here a few more days. Maybe Dad will come around and come back to live with us in the big smoke. There's nothing worth sticking around for on Nalcott. Rowan has put his heart and soul into that goddamned factory, but he's wasting his time. I want to leave behind the glory and shackles of the past and start a new life.