Jenica World sure looks a lot like Germany.

I have now been here for about a month and a half. Just recently I realized that the sights aren't strange anymore. The house is familiar, and I can make my way around the town all by myself. Just this morning while AJ was still asleep, M, S and I walked A to the train... and I pushed the stroller home all by myself. And it wasn't even a problem! In fact, I made it home without difficulty... besides pushing the kids up the hill, that is. I know my way around. I'm relaxing. I'm being myself. And something tells me that Jenica World, in all it's beauty, in all its mystery, in all that it is... will never, ever be the same again. Those who traverse it will always find a little town full of fog and cobblestones... and two little children who will never, ever, ever grow up.