off to the eccentric east

to preserve my self, i've been mechanical of late. i tucked julia and her guitar into a cab this morning, and i tucked my clean sheets into the mattress, as I concluded yet another cycle in what is becoming a delightfully, but at times difficult, transient life. so tomorrow, i'll head north with the mother and the sister, before heading east to explore the Atlantic and Fundy coasts of Nova Scotia. i suppose there's some symbolism to be explored in the fact that i'm taking such an out-of-the-way road home, via a small island hanging off the mainland shelf. either i'm a masochist, or i'm terribly fond of montreal. the latter i know is true, and the leaving will be a challenge. updates from the road, perhaps.