Van city.

Tomorrow I once again leave my tiny farm world. I am going to Vancouver for the night - going to a concert with a friend, and staying at a hostel.

Today I woke up in a horribly rotten mood. I bet I had quite the scowl on my face as I planted clover in the pasture. Pitching stinky sawdust and manure out of the barn with loud music blaring in my ears (eventually leading to deafness I'm sure) made me feel a little better.

What really did it was a jog to the ocean. I felt drastically more content with my current situation after seeing the beautiful ocean view. If you scroll down and look at the map of East Sooke Park and find Pike Point - well that's where I was. Murray and I jogged down to the ocean - right down to the ocean. Oh it felt good. We stood at the tip of the black rocks and watched waves come crashing in. The sun was low in the sky, and the sky was dark with clouds so the sun was bright and orange. A massive sea lion surfaced within meters of where we were standing. Murray said it was probably around nine hundred pounds. He's a sea man so he would know.

For dinner I ate greens from the gardens, red peppers from the greenhouse, feta made on the farm and salmon caught in the ocean this afternoon.

Tomorrow I leave right after lunch - I worked extra late today so I could leave early tomorrow. And tomorrow - I get paid - money! Not food, or accommodations - money! I'm going to go to Vancouver and I'm going to be nice and responsible and spend it.

Today I missed home so incredibly much. I miss my friends. I miss the comfort of having people know me, and understand my stupid idiosyncrasies. I miss the safety.

At the same time I am terrified of returning to Ontario, going back to school, and not being able to work in the gardens and talk to the cows on a daily basis.

We'll see.

I still have to go to Portland, and up island. These things will be done.

Till then - Vancouver it is.