Sunday, January 24, 2010

Imagine Sucking a Lemon That's How Bitter This Feels

Its roughly 4:45 am and I find myself sitting in front of the fire in the dark cold room here in Whistler fighting back tears.  Leaving a place like this? Who would dare... it seems silly of me to even try and fathom life back in the big city with Uni, classes, rushing, and the negative sorts flying in at me from all angles. The reality of leaving has been glooming over my head for the past few days leaving little room for smiles. Every part of me is fighting this --- My bag is packed, and I may be leaving, but my heart is in Whistler, and will be for sometime.
All my love like always 

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