Private:
I finally, after sending in a large package of papers that relate to the running of this wretched school, had a chance to sit down, look out the window, and think. And as it happened to be the end of classes, I saw all of my students leaving to walk home. Home. And that was when it dawned upon me. I do not have a home here! Ever since I arrived here, I have more or less locked myself into this office and not left. Somehow, that seems unnatural. I desire a home, somewhere to which I can retreat after a long day here.
To Youda
Youda, I want you to find us a nice house here. I do not care where you find the money, but make sure it is large enough to fit the two of us comfortably, and any other of my generals who might come here to suffer help us here.