The music continues to play. Just as it did before. It's a classic tune. Not the type that would make my father's warddrobe proud, but the kind that Greg would appreciate. Not the type of Greg who would live on the edge of fashion acceptance, but the one that would live on the edge of musical sanity. It's the same classical note that fills an otherwise empty house for Michael to enjoy. If you think for a minute or for a second that I'm talking about a Michael with a last name Jackson, you're both wrong and right. Wrong in that the Labrador's name is just Michael. I'm not sure where Jackson came from. Right in that precisely when I was hoping for an MJ impersination I was hearing stories about Tupac, and the Big EZ. No I'm not talking about what Santa says when he fills stockings at christmas.

I just went back through my old journals to sort out the date. It has been longer than I thought. Rounding up to 2 years quickly before it rounds down to 1. I could report that things are the same; which in part would be true. Houston has remained a place I enjoy to visit, and I believe would enjoy to live. From the food, to the weather, to the people, to the location, to the food; This much hasn't changed - Although I have. From 19 to 21 in a blink of an eye, it's unbievable to me how times wings have grown, and the path they've taken me on. From one completely different reality to the next in a matter of a few years. It's never moved this quickly before, and at the moment I hope it doesn't slow down.

I find my mind constantly occupied with thoughts, of all kinds, I wish I had as much time to sit and think as I did years ago.

I've pictured these moments for months. Surprisingly it resembles very little to what I imagined. It's been much longer since I was in Houston then I was in Panama, although the rate that things have changed; No doubt Panama is destined to have her share of surprises.

One of the nicest evenings I've had in a while, was a few nights before flying out of Calgary. Either the odds are playing a trick or fate is working overtime. Either way - Things to think about in the coming weeks.

GRMN shoots up for the 4th day in a row. It's only a small preview of what's coming.

A buzz that started in Banff, hit it's climax this evening; Mojitos in descending order - Razzberry, Frozen, Blueberry.

I know exactly how I feel about where I am, and the things going on around me. Do you? - I just finished packing my current life up into 3 suitcases. And repacking again. That's only the beginning. Let's stack it in the middle, the journey into the unknown. I quickly put on top of it the old, that is trying to discover the new, in dangerous and predictable steps; above the acceptance of the old that has done just that. Accepted the old, and has remained with it.

I've already witnessed far too much for my age, and I cannot help but to think that my fate is right. now. The meaning and the rhyme of course caught between a layer of disception, that occupies my mind. An inside struggle - and fair enough - it has taken two years to become reality. It's still not.

I'm a market opening and closing away from boarding a plane, and heading to a dream I crafted over two years ago. Two years is much to long, and I sense that in the new year I will not have near the patience I have talked about since I was four years old. Patience is not a virtue - Patience is merely something that people without alternatives blame their actions on.

The arguements roll in, and this weeks hot contendors are nothing shy of the S2000 and the TT. I've listened to the arguments on both sides, and I must say I'm leaning towards Audi. Only time, (and availability), will tell. Either way exciting, and the glass of cold water in my right hand is a good sign of some nights to come.