Easter in Negril

The hall went to Negril this Easter. Again. Trips like this make me realize how much I miss home. I don’t usually get homesick, but when I’m sitting on a bus for hours trying to go from point A to point B, or when I have to eat this awful Burger King I have flash backs of drives around St. Kitts and Squiddly.

I kept thinking. With 2 hours to spare to get to the beach..I tried to create a mental list of what could make Jamaica easier for me; more bearable. What could I have here that would allow me to be comfortable enough to not be bothered by little things; like this 2 hour bus ride to the beach… I kept thinking of my friends. My friends would have made this whole experience a billion times better. I have 2 of my oldest friends with me. That should be enough.

The train of thought continued and I realized.. I was on a bus loaded with people I should be having fun with. Of course, it’s not that easy for me. It never is for me…. dealing with people. I have never been the kind of guy to have too many friends. I’m not sure why. I never really reach out to people. Maybe I’m scared.