Huh. Now that's a question (that she probably wouldn't be thinking about as hard, if she weren't high).

"I like... some things about it." She doesn't hate being here, at least not like she did when she first arrived. Most days, now, she feels like herself. But every so often, something will happen that will remind her how very far away she is from everything she knows, and that's hard.

"I miss home," she admits. "I wish I could talk to my mom. But at the same time, being here's kind of like... I don't know. It gets some people off my back." Or, like, one person specifically. 'Person.'