Can't Wait To Get Out!!

I seem to recall that the last time I left here, which now seems like eons ago, I was given a rather rough spell by the universe to make me not just excited about going but relieved for the exodus of that which is my life.
After this last month I absolutely need this two weeks out. Otherwise, I fear, Ill be spending this two years in either Guantanamo or Black Rock.

The last thing to happen was my car was broken into and a good deal of cash was taken. Cash that was in a sealed unmarked envelope and only that and nothing else. The perp obviously knew about it and as I know who knew I also know who was behind it. Of course it can't be proved so I' m left to feel not just taken advantage of but totally betrayed. This is a distinctly Barbadian quality (one of the worst, I'm afraid)- to smile and play friends in anticipation of the moment when it can be used to their advantage. Jealousy and envy and pretence.

I am looking forward to anonymous robbers, unfriendly faces and no good mornings in the GTO. To not be looked at, not talked about and not given a seconds thought. Just for two weeks.

A little apathy will cure me of my frustration.