Day three, out in the nowhere. We haven't moved a lot, despite from a few walks through empty fields. We've slept more, talked about a lot of stuff and went back to some more hours of sleep. This morning, we woke up to snow and to a little nervousness. It is weird to understand, how much we seem to have lost the ability for not moving forward. To simple being. Especially myself, who would always have called herself, the chilled out type. I am not. Obviously, I am not as relaxed, as I made myself believe. This morning, I was very close to make my return to the big city lights, a day earlier than planned. I did not. A little snowball action and two hours out in the freezing air helped, to calm down my restless mind eventually. And now, the fire is burning again, we had a steaming Grog and we are back into our books. Another night before actually going back to the Fishbowl lies ahead. Another night, trying to get another step closer to myself again. See you on the road by tomorrow.