No doubt Liz, Isabel, and Maria would disagree with me.

Come to think of it, I don’t think Kyle would agree with me either. But he is. He knew I wanted to go home, and he did something about it. I know he did it for me, because he has no secrets from me, even if he thinks he does.

I don’t know why I’m so eager to go home to Roswell. I only lived there two years before the Rivals showed up out of the blue. I didn’t even like it much. Every street in that town reminded me that I had another home somewhere else. . .

Hey, I was young, inexperienced, and totally brainwashed. Remember the whole destiny fiasco from sophomore year? I didn’t understand anything more than what I had been told by Nasedo, and he described the home planet as a paradise.

He forgot to mention that it might not be such a paradise for humans.

Now I think back to Roswell, and I remember each street as one that led to a friend. I remember the whole alien theme as the endless hours of enjoyment we all got out of ‘if they only knew. . .’ I remember the feeling of freedom. In less than three days, I will be there again.

I know it won’t be the same. I know that there will be no Jeff and Nancy Parker to give me a place inside, out of the storm. No Phillip Evans to help me through my troubles, legal and otherwise, no Diane Evans to make my chicken soup when I have a cold. No Amy Deluca to give me a job, and a helping hand; no Jim Valenti to keep me safe. I will miss them, but it has been three years, and it’s time I faced it and moved on. There is still a life for me in Roswell, a life I really want to live.

I remember a line from a movie, or a poem, rather; I can’t remember it exactly, but it was something about sucking the marrow out of life. I’m tired of my stagnant, rule controlled life here, and I don’t want Sarah growing up here. I want to suck all the marrow out of life, I want to live the fullest life I can. I’m only twenty one, I have a life time left to discover. I can’t do that here.

Kyle knew that, and that’s why he did what he did.