Five and a half months. I will be home in five and a half months. My house might not be there, but I will be home. I think about it all the time. London has been marvellous. Partially because it's London and partially because it's more like home than anywhere I have been since September. I have decided the next five and a half months will fly by. Then I can be a real person. I can have real feelings for people instead of these substitute feelings.