The other side

I feel like I have been a total a-hole to most people since I got back from the NoCo. Woodsly Goodness Withdrawal y’all. After a weekend of the goodness, it’s hard to leave. It’s even harder to relate to regular life, when you have had a taste of the good life. So…why is it that I keep running away from the places where I feel a sense of community and camaraderie? I probably don’t have an answer, at least not a good one. I guess it’s just part of my infinite nature to run. Far and hard…. I only ever want to stay someplace when I’m doing well. I rather not let my other side show, which is why I am feeling the need to go. Somewhere, anywhere as long there is no one that I know. I am a bit concerned about how long I may be in Canada. I don’t really like not knowing how long I will be someplace. I like to know when I’ll be able to escape.