No hesitations, not this time.

It's close now, less than a month.
That's about the time it takes to write an assignment, for the moon to cycle, for my sisters mood to swing. I could read a book and escape in it's world, or perhaps make my own fantasy in drawings or words.
Maybe I could design a building, do the research, find the magic in the site and abuse it.
A new interest, a new outlook, a new change, a new love, maybe a new language or just improve the one I ashamedly barely know.
This is what a month can give, but I wont take these. Not this time.

I'm going to lose myself in the world of boarding even before I reach my Mecca.
Watch the weather like a shamanistic rain-man. A front here, temperature drop there, 5 feet on opening day no doubt!
I'll look to the east every day in my own ritualistic way. I'll go through the motions, envision the turns, the carves, the spins, the presses and the drops.
This time there will be no holding back, no hesitations, not this time.