I was disappointed, but after three months, I was getting used to this particular brand of disappointment. I shrugged it off as best I could and moved on. One day, maybe I would find someone who knew my city. Maybe even more than just a spot on the map. A girl could hope.

"Eh," I said, timing the response so it sort of attached itself to the shrug, an end note as my shoulders dropped. "I was in the children's home at first, which sucked, but I found myself a guardian so I'll be moving out soon. That helps. But otherwise.. I mean, how's someone supposed to really settle in here? At no point does it ever get less weird. Does it?"