This ocean changes its landscape minute by minute, I'm obsessed with it. I stare at it constantly. I'm not sure if the beauty of it has me mesmerized or its ability to change so drastically on a dime that makes me enamored. I check on it like a sleeping newborn.
We went to St John with my parents on Monday and it was more beautiful than I remembered. The conch fritters tasted better... and Scarlett was quite impressed by the outside showers at Trunk Bay... That is the cool part about a two year old, you take them to one of the most incredible beaches in the world and they point out the beauty of a common shower. I'm pretty sure I would have missed that one on my own, I probably would have been drunk.
We still have no car. No, I have no idea where it is... No, I'm not worried. Yes, I'd like to stop paying for the rental, but... "island time".
Speaking of, we've lost power three times this week. Only for a few hours... "WAPA" as it is commonly referred to, and don't ask me what that means, goes out periodically, and so far it has cost me an install of my beloved pool light, a coveted visual night stimulation I am well looking forward to.
I put my Momma and Poppy on a plane yesterday, it was so hard to let them go. It seems like unselfishly they have helped move us thousands of miles away, they have packed, carried, cleaned, and traveled to make our dreams come true, that is parenting. Poppy says "You cannot teach your children to fly and then clip their wings so that you're happy", it makes me tear up when I think about how hard this must have been for them. I love them wholeheartedly.
This is the first time Jason and I have been in our own home in over a month, I immediately walked around naked, because I can.
Now to potty train our island baby and get our routines going. She loves it here, I love seeing her grow and develop and thrive, I mean, rainbows, lizards, mermaids, oceans, beaches, and fairies. Hey, it's her story.
Yesterday we had a local nutjob come up to the window of our Jeep and knock on it "I'm hungry man, gibberish, gibberish, gibberrish, mannnn I hungry"...... Jason gave him a few bucks and we drove off, the level of public nutjobs are at the top of the charts here. I think that there is some nasty meth or something that is really bad plaguing the men on this island, since they are paralyzed in some form, no teeth, and seriously crazy... Like... no... I mean.. REALLY F-ed up. No crazy women... The women have their shit together, big time. STRONG. BLACK. WOMEN, I fit in just fine.
We found Skyline Drive, a road that takes you across the top of the mountain, you can see both sides of the island at the same time, it's insanely beautiful.
It's just so hard to believe that we are here, hard to imagine that we did it... Jason and I get up for sunrise this morning and just talk and talk about how it happened and how wonderful our lives are. There has been a shift in our perspective, an "anything can be done shift". I like this feeling. I like the feeling of knowing that something wonderful is here and coming and all around me.
One last thing... I love my life.
