Well, its new years eve again.

I’m back on the farm. I finished off the classwork for this degree I’ve been working on, so I’m taking care of the homestead ‘till the bosses come back in a few weeks.

Then, I’m not sure.

Its new years eve and I don’t think I’ll be up ‘till midnight. Got my first day back on it tomorrow. Lots I’ll want to do.
Hopefully I’ll get to do some reading and some writing along the way. Hopefully work on music.

Then, I’m not sure.

Its been gorgeously fantastic weather. I went hiking on the West Coast with a classmate from Alberta And had to remind them that it was December. The skies clear. The days beginning to get longer again. I’ll be here for a month likely.

Then, I’m not sure.

I’ve been dreaming of journeying for a long time; finding camaraderie on the open road or pilgrim’s trail. Do you have to know why you’re leaving? I won’t likely have lots of extra money, but I consider myself blessed to have got through my degree without much debt. I’ve romanticized just taking my backpack and walking out my door. “It’s a dangerous thing walking out your front door” said Bilbo Baggins, “You never know where your feet might take you.” I’ll be thinking about some options over this month.

Cause I’m not completely sure.

I’ve been thinking about heading south, finding a bit of warmth for a while, hopefully finding some new experiences, different people, time to hike and time to mull.
I’m not sure, But sure enough, and that’s good enough
For me.
For now.

By Grace.

Cause I'm not completely sure.