I no longer have a desk in my room and can’t seem to get enough sleep. 3 days until we leave and it doesn’t seem to be enough time.
We sold our home, our family lake house, and a lot of stuff all in a matter of months to make this trip happen. Packing up the house is no easy task, even Boomer has caught on. Every time the sleep deprived family starts yelling at each other I start laughing and imagine myself tanning on the beach in the Bahamas.
We decided to change our plans last minute. Originally, my dad and I were suppose to fly into George town, Bahamas and meeting Captain Ted to take the boat the rest of the way. Instead, he is currently delivering the boat all the way to Ft. Lauderdale for us. Flying into the Bahamas in the middle of a pandemic was a risk we weren’t willing to take.
At this very moment, I am packing up my room I have spent the last 15 years of my life in. As the days tick by and our departure gets closer and closer, I have started to take the time to reflect on all the memories the family has shared together in this house. When I tell you I feel like it was yesterday I was starting high school, I really mean it. I’m now in the middle of taking my online finals at St. Mary’s College of Maryland.
I wrote in my last post how quarentine has taught me to live every day like it’s your last. However, I don’t necessarily agree with this statement. Everyone’s idea of “living your life to the fullest” is completely different from one another. As long as you spend those days with the right people, it makes it all worth it. I look forward to spending the next 2 months with those people, my family.