Friday, July 29, 2011


I'm in Jamaica, yet Japan still calls me. It's strange to be called by a place you have never been; might not ever be. In and out of my mind, a constant stream of thoughts of Japan. Why? And no, I don't think that's why.

The sound of the TV from the other room is a constant reminder of human connection. My family is watching that 70's show. I am using wireless internet. I am tan. I am in Jamaica.

Jamaica is beautiful. The mountains are green; houses protrude from the sides; make amazing views on verandas. The clouds wisp in and out, cause fog in your sight, the rain falls, slow drops at first, then a tropical rain. The people walk down the street slowly. If you greet them, they usually respond warmly. Sometimes they just stare.

Sometimes I don't even know how I got here. My life feels unreal, yet my time here has just begun. I am thankful that I enjoy my own company.

It is wonderful to begin to know a place. A place other than my home. My old home. Jamaica, I am home.

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