The Cannon

Where do I begin?

It's been almost a week and a half since I've been back from Calgary. I thought, maybe, when I returned to Cowtown I would have some feelings of regret, or at least mourn the loss of my previous life.

I couldn't have really been more wrong. It almost helped me in my current state, because I realize that I do really want Saskatoon. I do really want to be out of Mount Royal, and avoiding day-blends. You know, where you've criss-crossed so often from drunk-to hungover-to sober, that your days seem to meld into one large blur.

That being said, after an extremely unsatisfying weekend, Monday was the day. St. Patrick's day was more than enough. I felt eighteen, and spontaneous. It was nice, and although I say I don't miss it, that doesn't mean I don't look back fondly.

So my trip wasn't a total bust.

I needed that. I'm glad with where I am right now, and I just want that to be clear.

I'm happier than I've been in a long time. Rather than picking one specific moment in time to cherish or look forward to, I find there are too many to choose from. I enjoy waking up every morning, and anticipate falling asleep each night.