Less the 48 hours. I find myself with everything I think is important for the next five months of my life spread across my bedroom floor. There's no way this is fitting in a duffel bag and a backpack. And I'll be damned, it did. So here I am, 21, and moving to the most remote chain of islands in the world for not a single penny. Shit people wait till they're fifty until they venture to places this beautiful.
Today I took my favorite girl in the world shopping for one last time, my sister. Next time I get to see you we'll be Caribbean bound. You'll have a little catching up to do on your tan though. Have your bags packed. And bring your beach shoes, or for that matter no shoes.
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