I Don't Like Candy Corn

In just under two months I will be embarking on the trip of my tiny town dreams and I realized that after it is all over, all that will remain are memories and regrets that I had not done something to record my thoughts and rants and struggles to make it a reality. 
So I chose to have a Marty McFly moment and allow my future self to tell my present self to remedy this problem before it happens by starting (and hopefully maintaining) this blog to have something look back at when it is all over and remember how foolishly optimistic I had been to believe that anything ever goes the way I plan.  And if, somehow, you are also reading this, then I welcome you along for the journey.
In honor of my first entry, since I still have no cool power lacing Nike shoes like Marty had in the movie and since my trip will be happening over the Halloween Holiday...I offer you these kick butt Candy Corn socks that I will wearing to celebrate on the trip. 
Also, you should know before you send me two cases of candy corn to show me how much you love my blog (or, more likely, to please for the love of all that is good in the world STOP WRITING NOW!) that I cannot stand the taste of these sugary devil horns, I just like the colors!
If you have made it this far, my candy corn feet and I thank you...