The urge (to vacate) was particularly intense tonight.

Tokyo, Jiyugaoka, 2008.

I don't know what it was about the day, the weather, the people, or me- but today was a particularly sour day in Ottawa. I am feeling stagnant and used up in this town. When I drive down the same street, grind through the same hourlies every week, and interact with the same people, I hate this place

I need to see different kinds of trees, a face I have never seen before - fuck, I would settle for a god-damn ethnic restaurant.

I live for that feeling when I am traveling- I am not thinking about the next step in my life, how I am going to pay for my next meal; or anything forward.

Those precious moments when I am traveling and I feel like I am home, are the only moments in my life, that I can speak of with any confidence, where I am content with my existence in the now.