I did mention that there is/was some kind of love interest compelling some of this trip, right? Well, let's just say that disaster has struck in that area. I mean a complete meltdown, sparks fire and all. Poof, up in flames.
Facts are as followed: I still have a ticket. I am registered to run the marathon in March. I now have no place to stay, or any plan. I don't have much money.
Do I stay or do I go? Half of me feels like, screw it...I'm going anyway. The other half feels...(place your words here).