I figured today was worth a blog entry. Today was the day that I decided that I need to be on the east coast for a while. A long while. Maybe a lifetime long. Who knows? What I do know, is that the next time I come out here, I will be calling it home, real home, where my bed is, and the place that I have stuff, not just the place where my family is.

This conclusion was provided by the painful day of saying goodbye to a bunch of my fabulous family. I spent most of the morning crying, and then most of the afternoon sleeping. It's painful. 95% of my life thus far has been seriously lacking in family. People who share my genes, who understand my family. I even noticed this time around that I am quite a lot like one of my cousins, and I'm not like anyone, usually.

So it's early to bed for me, and in the morning, I'm going to decide what I'm going to do with the remaining two weeks. I was reading one of the advertizement cards that I picked up in Halifax, all about the Halifax Pop Explosion. It looks exactly like the WCMA's that I volunteered at last year, and was essentially the most memorable part of last year, except better. [I am sorry I'm not making any sense, I am so exhausted.] Part of me wants to be in Halifax for it next Saturday, because really, it's just about the coolest thing I could possibly be around for, [It sounds even better than Pop Montreal did.] Part of me doesn't want to make a burden of myself on my more than hospitable cousin and her husband, and I'm not sure that I want a repeat of this morning in a weeks time.

I also have nothing to do in the next few weeks, and all I know is that there is no way I can stay here. I'm thinking there will be a road trip of some description in my future.