The Move.

Calgary, AB.

I love and Hate coming to Calgary.

Love - Like visiting all the amazing people that live here and having a damn good time with them, Bars, houses, wings, malls, dancing, drinking, smoking, loving it all! Missing it everyday.

Hate - Brings back a million memories of my dad. Having to leave after a matter of days, and trying to squeeze everyone i love into hours. This time? Packing, moving the house from one province to another. Packing causes less hours to see my favorite people. Sad face.

Moving is an emotional roller-coaster, leaving the house my dad designed for us as a family is being left behind. Being able to move forward and live in another beautiful province is a privilege. Packing and listening to old heart throbs my parents shared making my mom cry and not letting me turn them off rips my heart out. Im not emotionally stable enough to handle my moms tears.

This week is coming to an end fast.

Today - Packing. Lame.

Tonight - Wings = MEGAN AND NICK. I cant wait to see you.

Tomorrow - Packing. Allday and Allnight.

FridayDay - Packing. YAY.

FridayNight - Not yet decided but dinner at 830 with R and B then possibly onto Vinyl.

SaturdayDay - If Calgary can stop being a Cynthia and stop snowing and raining, Drunk Zoo.

SaturdayNight - Twisted? Possibly/Probably Drunk round 3.

SundayDay - Positively hung over. Relax.

SundayNight - Do nothing.

Monday - Visit Daddy whilst leaving for BC.

This time, i dont feel like coming back.

P.s You hold my world together.