And it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

Blah blah blah....

I'm sort of neutral right now. I don't know what I feel today. Last night I cried about leaving my horse. I cried because I finally admitted to myself that I was in fact moving to the city just for people. I realized that those people possibly don't care about me half as much as I care about them. My concrete plan just turned into sand. It's held together by nothing really. I'm going to the counselor tomorrow and I'm going to see if we can't convince me that I'm going there because I want to. 

Anyways. 12 days is a long time for thoughts to form and become stronger and more realistic. 

Edmonton: 12 days.