I think I've finally found the future home. Or at least the home I'll aim for come January.

San Francisco.
My research has been extensive.
The thoughts originally ignited by the tales of my parents' travels are now rekindled by the fact that I can actually go on my own. (not to mention the countless spots of the city shown on mythbusters and pilot guides) I know other students such as myself who've gone, have loved it, and only returned to long to go again. Their stories only further motivating my infatuation.

On paper it yields the highest starting salary I can find for my fields of interest. It boasts a high, but familiar cost of living, nothing that is unmanagble; I can thank Halifax for such familiarity with expense.

On everything else, it's a beautiful, clean city. It offers more opportunity than anything I've ever known and it's hard to imagine what wouldn't be possible there. It's climate is incredible, it's surroundings mimicking a more friendly version of here. Warmer waters, defined summers, beaches, multiple cultures, the list continues. My thoughts twist toward day dreaming as I list, my productivity plummeting as my imagination runs wild.

The more I think about it the more I become enthralled with it.

But of course, the earthquakes... I'll ignore those for now.
There's enough turbulence to deal with as it is.

Only 6 more days until I leave.
I'm not sure how to feel. It's weird now, it being inappropriate to wear my feelings on my sleeve.