I’m Going Home

I woke up at the crack of dawn. Actually that’s not really true. I woke up well before dawn had even thought of breaking and well before the roosters started crowing. I laid in bed and tried to will myself back to sleep. I still had an hour and a half until my alarm was set to chime. But after a while, I realized my efforts to sleep were futile. This Monday was not like any of the other Mondays in the past five and a half months. A full twenty-three other Mondays had come and gone since I moved to St. John, but this Monday is different because, today, I’m going home!

going home rooster

This Monday, I don’t feel groggy. I don’t want to climb back in bed and sleep for several more hours. Today, I want to get up, get everything marked off my to do list, get on a plane, and get off this rock! Chris Daughtry’s song keeps playing in my head: ‘I’m going home. To place where I belong… I’m not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don’t regret this life I chose for me.’

sunrise St john USVI

It does seem a little counter-intuitive, if not a bit ironic. If you live in paradise, shouldn’t you be content to just stay put? After all, what’s better than paradise? How can I possibly be so excited about the fact that I’m going home… Back to where it’s been a cold and dreary winter, back home where I don’t have a job, and back home where I’ll be without the three most precious things I brought with me to St. John?

On this Monday morning, I noticed that Shaun looked particularly adorable as he was getting ready for work. After his first Island haircut and his first clean shave in almost six months, he looked like a teenager with his backpack heading into school. Henry and Logan seemed especially precious and attached to their mommy.

As I survey my sandy, salty couch that Logan sleeps on after “happy houring” on the beach, the dirty dishes piled in the sink, and the general disarray of our small island home, I have such a mixture of emotions. A part of me so needs a break from my Island life. And it’s hard to put into words what it is that I actually need a break from. But I just know that I do. Maybe it’s Island fever?

After convincing myself that I didn’t miss department stores and boutiques and thinking that I had acclimated pretty well to life on a rock, I am realizing that there are actually some amenities I do really miss. Some of them come in the form of household appliances, like a dishwasher, some of them are luxuries like a bathtub, and some are good, old-fashion familiarities that I’ve put on my “I’m going home to-do list.”

I’m excited to see the friends and family who haven’t made the trip to St John. I have places to see and new babies to meet. I have workout classes that I can’t wait to attend, despite the fact that they will probably be much harder with the extra pounds that are accompanying me on this trip. My list keeps growing, and I’m excited to share my experiences this week. To be continued…

going home quote

2 Comments
  • carol rocco
    March 23, 2015

    Ah, Island Fever. I remember it well. Quarterly travel, even to another rock, does wonders for the soul. Enjoy your time on the mainland — long showers and all :)

    • Ashley
      April 1, 2015

      Thanks Carol! I know you know the feeling. The long showers were definitely one of the many luxuries I enjoyed! Hope all is well with you!

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