Wow,
I haven’t often used this as a forum for personal stories, and I don’t really intend to start, but holy crap, what a week.

I almost broke down yesterday trying to pack a room I thought was maybe eight or nine boxes into what turned out to be twenty or so. And then figuring out how to ship them home. I spent today in Halifax being a tourist, sleeping on the floor of a stranger who turned out to be awesome, and eating a gigantic never ending lunch at an amazing little restaurant called… shoot, the name escapes me right now.

Now I’m moving home permanently. I have not been home without knowing when I’m leaving again in three years. It is quite strange, but kind of exciting. I look forward to spending time with people too long neglected. I also can’t wait to make music with my siblings. But there are a lot of people in this eastern part of Canada that I will sorely miss.

I guess this is it. We’ll be back to normal in a few days.