Ok. So, I’m a little behind this week. Your girl is on vacation. Let’s talk about that a little, shall we? The world has changed so much (and so little) after (and amongst) COVID and the Pandemic. I haven’t traveled since March 2019 when I went to South Africa. I actually wrote a nonfiction narrative on it during grad school. Wanna read it? I’ll post it to my library shortly. But anyway, the process has become so trivial. And also, have airport and airline employees gotten ruder? Trust me. I understand having worked in customer service for ten plus years, but J*sus, can we be a bit friendlier? Yesterday morning could have went smoother. The lady at the counter was kinda trash. Had an attitude about G*d knows what, but you have to kill ’em with kindness, you know? I was all “Good morning!” “Thank you so much” and she was all rolling of the eyes, but whatever. TSA went okay. There was no such thing as social distancing, but the “world’s open”, right? Another question, did you guys get vaccinated? It’s sorta null and void when you’re traveling since most places barely consider it, which is cool because science be sciencing. (Don’t be ignorant) Just vibes over here!
With not traveling in so long, I’ve become more anxious flying. Sidebar: I’ve noticed that as an adult, I’ve become more of a scary person. Scared of flying. Scared of rollercoasters. Scared of water. Just scary! My anxiety wasn’t too bad because I was traveling with family, but I still had sweaty palms and a fast heartbeat. Also, I don’t know how people sleep on planes. I am too aware of my surroundings. A little bump in the friendly skies and I’m in survival mode. Run for the decks! I’m working on it though. Some breathing exercises. A little praying. Blasting music in my ears. We’re gonna combat this! I want to see the world, dammit!
But anyway, I’m home! Home= St. Croix, US Virgin Islands. I am so excited to be here. I started my morning with butter bread and bush tea! I am set! We’re heading to the beach in a few. My stepdad is going to ride us out on jet skis. *cough* I’m scared *cough* but I’m not going to be a Negative Nancy, a Sourpuss Sally, a Anxious Annie. I just hope my glasses don’t fly off (or my body for that matter) and I’ll be alright. I need to have fun. I need a break from the constriction of work and the everyday hustle of being in New York. I need to celebrate myself as well. I deserved this trip. I worked throughout the pandemic, did grad school online for fifteen months straight (no break), be a cat mom (because cats. That’s why.), and just been tired of just surviving. Vacations are mandatory, people. Even if you just do a staycation. Relax. Do your favorite things. Try new things. This life is harsh, short, and trying. With all thing considered *cough* money *cough*, we have to find ways to enjoy life. And here’s some advice, DO NOT TRY TO KEEP UP WITH THE JONESES. Do what you want, but do what you can. I say this while trying to wrap my head around my bank account, but that’s not what we’re talking about. *smirks ferociously*
I’ll be back later this week with my Ode to St. Croix.
I’m really excited to write it.
I’ll also let you know how it went with the jet ski. *tiptoes away*
‘Til the palm trees and seaweed flies,
Ella.
The Daily Ella 