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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

I'm having a pretty good time on my vacation. I'm visiting family, friends and getting stuff for my life in the Arctic. It feels as though I am getting shit done. The weather is beautiful (if a little hot) and I love gliding along the streets when I skip from place to place for household items. I so love the driving.

But in the midst of this easy time, I am faced with the fact that I don't know where one of my sisters is. The only news I have comes from the newspaper that informed my *grandmother* that my sister was one of many that were arrested on drug related charges. The news filtered down to my older sister and I by way of other family members. I've been shocked, saddened, disheartened, angry, worried, and embarassed over the past few days. Now we're just worried.
When I heard, my first thought was 'typical'. And I wish she would get her shit together. But it's not my life. And I shouldn't judge, I have no idea what is going on in her head. I've given up, for less.

So, I still have an overnight trip to Kingston and Matt's concert tomorrow. It's been awhile since I've been to a rock show, I hope that shoots my blood through the veins.

Keep a look out for an awesome entry over the next week, this has just been a brief update.

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