Dear Diary,

Have you ever felt your heart skip a beat when you look at the night sky? Have you ever thought about where we come from? Where they came from? You know - before they landed here? Before the first ship left Old Earth?

I have -

I have. And sometimes, I dream about it... all the green things that covered their planet. Out home have started to resemble that - or at least the pictures they brought along with them. The first trees are almost as thick as my upper arm by now. And they are beautiful! And the flowers have taken hold of all the places we could get them to thrive.

Can you imagine an entire planet covered in flowers? Let alone in trees?

My grandmother used to tell us stories at night. She said, her mother told them to her when she was a young girl, and her mother had them from her mother - all the way back to the first generation.

It's hard not to be exited. It's hard not to be hopeful when I see all the things that have started to grow around here.

I think... I think it's slowly starting to feel like home.

Mahali

Prompt: Diary