All is good, freedom from job is drawing nigh, soon the trees, the girl, the sea, the woods.

Right now the hectic juggling of tasks, disownment by parents, the booze, the chest-cold, the anxiety of picking up, leaving town again.

3 weeks and counting. What gets done, and what falls through the cracks this time around?

Toronto’s been damned good to me this past 18 months - I’ve now been home for as long as I was previously away, and it’s going to be hard to leave again, even if the things I’m going to are amazing.  I’m going to miss home this time… a lot.