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Travel Blogs from Treasure Beach
Truth or Dare
... after you had checked off everything there was on your to-do list. My planner was a close friend in which I confided the details of my daily life. My poor planner must now feel neglected: events I previously had written down rarely happen as they were planned. The separation between us really was the best thing for our relationship. We needed space, and we just couldn’t provide what each other needed.
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October Updates & The Upcoming Weeks
... recipe & was so eager to shuffle back to his room & write it all down for me. I think I want to make Aston my Jamaican grandpa.
Woodlands is pretty funny. That's how I look at it because it's the total opposite of BCS & St. Joseph's Basic School in Cross Keys. Woodlands is loud, sometimes you lose your voice, your hair is covered in pencil shavings at the end of the day, you constantly have to ask your kids to sit down & pay attention- ...
Updates On Life
... 8217;d soon give off a vibe of not really getting into said work. Meaning, I might come off as someone not invested in their time down here. I’m starting to become friendly with the second grade teacher at the school; she’s really nice. She’s 26, so I think perhaps it’s because we’re so close age-wise. She’ll give me rides home from school, & sometimes we won’t stop talking ...
Guavas and Single Ladies
... at the landscape, you NEED to take a picture of this tree and that goat, and every day you wake up just a little bit nervous because you are still so far out of your
element.
But somehow or another, it is already more than a week into October. Two months and three weeks since the first picture you snapped. And somewhere along the way, after the daily routine of waking up to catch a taxi to school, ...
I Am Bless
... side, sticky from who knows what, and laughing like a lunatic, trying not to trip over the dogs. It was just about time to go, and I was content after a busy, but wonderful, day, and a group of my boys ran to hug me, nearly knocking me over. “Miss Lindsay! Miss Lindsay! We’re going to call you Auntie Lindsay now, okay?” My heart swelled, and suddenly, I didn’t find those proper titles quite so funny ...