i think it would be amazing to go to jamaica, but only if it were 1979 and bob marley was alive and i could see him perform. some place nice and warm would be a gift right now, but i’ll settle for four and a half days off with all this time in my back pocket. it’s time to reconnect with my family, with my boyfriend, with myself. all week long, every day, every moment, i long for time alone to think, sort it out, organize. and often times when i get there, i don’t know what to do with myself. usually, i start by cleaning: straigtening up my numerous piles, stacking up unread magazines, doing the dishes, folding up my sweaters. once that’s done, i set out a project; blogging, organizing my perfume samples, whatever. i might make a list of things to do, groceries to buy. like bob sings, this satisfies my soul. it clears away the cobwebs and gets me focused again.