Packed the bags this morning. Sweetie Pies was finished Wednesday night, I really only managed to throw some things into a pile in the living room. There's an amazing balance point you can achieve in traveling when you decide to take only the things you're really going to need, you suddenly realize how much you can fit into a carry-on and a shoulder pack. Once you commit to being a mobile traveler the entire world opens up. Having said that, I feel like I'm traveling heavy this reach even with just the two items. Too many swim suits, shorts and tropical shirts but I gotta work with Sweetie Pie's plethora of suits, sundresses and cover-ups all of which seem to take up next to no space...
We'll head to Detroit for the stay and park tonight, fly out at 10:30 tomorrow morning and land in Paradise at 2:29. Should make for an enjoyable scramble to Negril. Will we make sunset or not? Will we immediately succumb to the island and say "Who cares?" Will that first Rasta Shack suck us into it's orbit? My anticipation is enormous. A lot of fun things are lined up. Sweetie Pie and I always tease each other about "evil plans", for the duration of our Paradox in Paradise I will be playing the role of the evil Dr. Yes...
Thanks for all the feedback - much peace to all of you.
Brasi - it was your story that really got me thinking about the cathartic value of doing this. Respect. Rum-pole's pretty bold too, made it easier. It's a little weird and unnerving putting it all out there, but I'm all in now.
Don't think I'll be posting much after today until we get back. I've lived here getting ready to live there, gonna follow that moment. We plan on the pub crawl on Wednesday. Only thing that could possibly stop us would be something else...
