Snap back to reality

Of all the photos I took during our trip, this is my favourite. It has that deserted village feel to it. Forgotten in time. Just ignore the people on the bottom right, I decided they were the survivors of the ferocious goat zombie apocalypse. Every one knows that the fog rolls in when it's nearly over

The fact of the matter is that I really didn't want to come home. Left to my own devices, I'd have happily found a cheap fixer upper over looking the ocean and devoted my time to sitting in the quiet looking at the fog roll in. Make sense of my next steps, maybe develop a habit of late afternoon whiskey watching the boats float on ... Far from big city, goat zombies and other signs of civilization.

I'm feel the city is moving far too quickly these days. It's almost as if, collectively, we ticked off planting the flowers, but not only aren't we taking the time to enjoy them, we've forgotten that we planted them in the first place. Just another item on the to-do list, tick done move to conquer the world, compete, better than... More than... Seem to have lost my taste for all this city life and all of our many many commitments. (Though The Man and The Boy were all keen to get back at it.)

Not to be outdone, civilization struck hard, making us sit in traffic for two hours as we crossed Montreal. Can I have that house on the bluff now? The following day, sworn at by a rather nasty driver on our street unhappy that I'd forced him to slow. I just don't have it in me to create that change, maybe it's just not my war to wage. Accept that it's beyond my control... Like city planning and goat zombies.