Well, it looks like I'll be travelling to Sheet Harbour tomorrow. It should make for an interesting day.

Things just got a little more real. With the holidays, this was placed on the backburner of my mind, but now it's on the front burner, coming to a rolling boil.

I feel like there's a little girl somewhere inside me having a temper tantrum, red-faced, tear-soaked, and fists clenched, yelling "I DON'T WANNA GO!". Then there's me, on the outside, trying to calm the little girl down, but with a look of desperation, and understanding, thinking "I understand what you're feeling, but you've got to be a big girl now".

Wah.

As this becomes more and more real, I find myself comparing the two paths available to me. One of them, at the moment, seems so much more appealing to me because it is safe, warm, comfortable, and predictable. The other is dark, scary, and unknown.

But off I go anyway, I guess. To the ocean.