I don't tend to write journals much but I feel like a bit of a rant, because in a few weeks I'm doing something ever so slightly risky, when I pack my bags and move to Toronto for eight months!
I decided one day in a fit of madness that I could not spend another year sitting at my desk at work. I actually love my job, but there comes a point when each month - and year! - blends into the next, and nothing ever seems to change. Life gets a kind of stagnant feel about it.
My solution is to shake things up by basically ditching my entire life and testing the waters of Toronto, where I know only a handful of people, have no family, no job, no ho