You Won’t Believe Your Buccaneers

In Saint John again. Seven hours or so, as the bus drives, away from home.

Montreal was amazing. I walked so much. I saw so much.

I am in a strange frame of mind. It is like every time I leave my home and return, I suffer a sort of identity crisis. I question what I am doing in life, why am I doing it, what would I rather do? What do I really want? I come up with ideas and plans of things to do to improve my life and better realize my human potential. When I get home, I abandon them all.

Let’s see how this trip ends up.

(Ian’s seagull on Mont Royal.)