We are settling in, the home is starting to feel like such, especially now that we don't have bed bugs. YES. I. SAID. BED. BUGS. 

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. 

"Jason, what are we doing here?" I say after getting off a plane into the worst weather Chicago has seen in my lifetime.

Jason looks at me and says "Fuck it, let's move to The Virgin Islands"