I need to get out of this Godforsaken town.

Too many memories. Too many ghosts still walking around here. And I'm scared to death of becoming one of them. Even though I know my stay here will only be a month or so, I saw too many familiar faces when I went tonight with a friend to the town's only bar. I can't get stuck here. I don't want to be like those kids in high school who I knew would never leave. I know it sounds so Hollywood-esque and trite, but I had to be one of those people who left and made something of myself. I knew if I stayed here, all that potential would just go untapped and waste away.

Staying here is proving less relaxing than I had hoped. Old faces and friends now haunt me both while I'm awake and while I'm asleep. Thankfully, I leave for three days in Montreal tomorrow morning, and when I come back, I will begin Phase II of the Great Western Migration with eagerness and vigor. I can't stay here much longer.