I just had a wonderful night in Ingonish with my pals, and surprisingly I remember all of it! I was also very pensive for quite a while about stuff, people, my life. I’ll have to elaborate on it at a later date. For now I’m in Cape Breton for the first time in 4 months, and it may be the last time for at least the next 2.
I’M GOING TO GERMANY IN 5 DAYS. I’ve got my Euros and I’m all set. Must only pack now, once I get back home.
Oh, and I had a lovely time kicking in my front door the other day when I locked the keys inside. Luckily friends from work are handy and helped me out. Yes - it seems I can sink to that point where I’ll bust through to get in. I mean, none of the windows were open. What else could I do?
I feel…confused. I feel…lost. I’m still holding onto something that I don’t need to. And someone else is evidently moving on, despite the dialogue. I can’t wait forever, she says. I don’t know that I’m ready (finished), I say. This is hard. How do you fall out of love, on command?