I'm leaving at 11:30 a.m. today, and I haven't even packed. Guirigay and Sweetie Pie came to Seastar Inn for breakfast to help see me off and guide me through the depression of leaving my favorite place on earth. I still managed to visit Westender and Xtabi before Clives's is coming to pick me up. I gave out a bunch of subs, tipped some of the workers and made special arrangements for Garrett to help me pack; without him I could not have made it in time.

Every time I leave Negril, I'm not quite sure when I will be back. Usually I return soon, but you never know, and 2013 I have more responsibilities than ever. I've got my usual work, plus I'm a certified Paralegal now, and I have my daughters, 7 and 8, half the time back in Los Angeles.

I've been thinking a lot about if I really WANT to return. Much as I love Negril, the town hurts my feelings sometimes. Plus, it's hard to keep spending so much money when I have other things going on.

Then again, I say that every time, and look what has happened.

I've got an hour left.