[Celestia sighs wistfully. Why HAD she let things go on so long as she did? From this side of the move, her life before seemed -- well, not empty, but certainly not the one she wanted to live.] I'm not certain I'll ever leave again. Even though I know I really should.

I wish you the best of luck in bringing them here! Do you know, I almost think you could grow grapes somewhere around here?