I am excited to be going back to Canada, more than anything to be traveling.

Not crazy about the plane rides, but to go the distances that I need to go that’s the only option.

I am feeling the rush building to see my family, the loss of missing my Friend’s and Cat’s.

Fear of my routine being disrupted, of being judged.

The unknown of the weather, the miserliness of spending money.

Frustration of doing my tax’s.

At the best I would know how to put these feelings in a row.

Mostly they bounce around in my head and body, influencing my actions.

I’d like to be better at compartmentalizing, but then I would be treading the dangerous territory of letting myself off the hook and I know where that leads too.