My last adventure of the year has rolled around. My sister, mom and I packed up our bags yesterday to head to St.Thomas to visit my dad, where he’s working for the year. The island is gorgeous and relaxing and definitely a much needed reminder to slow down. The year is coming to a close and realizing how wound up and stressed out I get is a strong reminder that there are patterns I need to break before 2015 rolls around. This means lots of soul searching, cleansing and connecting. I’m going to make an effort to write down some resolutions before the year ends. I want to start the year with some good habits in place! (Keep an eye out for a blog post or two about that)St. Thomas is absolutely stunning. The island is really small, but it packs a lot of beauty into the small space. There are chickens that run around, lots of little lizards, iguanas and of course, lots of ocean life. I’m making an effort to watch less television and to read and write more, taking time to once again, slow down, and be present. I don’t think the view could really get any better, who wouldn’t want to sit outside?Yesterday was spent relaxing at the condo, and today we walked around, had some drinks and went to the Ritz Carlton where my dad had the honor of lighting the menorah for the second day of Hannukah. Happy Hannukah to anyone that celebrates!! St. Thomas is beautiful, but it’s not a crazy, ridiculous fancy island. It was just a pinch of glitz and glam tonight, all we really needed.It’s ridiculously warm here, so outfits feel a little bit seasonally confused. I have almost all of my things for London packed and ready to go, so my aesthetic leaning for St.Thomas runs along the lines of easy and “everything I’m not bringing to Europe”. I love dressing for the colder weather, and I’ve grown used to it, so being creative in the hot island sun is taking a little more effort than I anticipated.
Tomorrow I’m embracing my inner undine and mermaid and heading to St. John with the family to read, relax and hopefully have a margarita or two. Tonight, I’m being productive and crying since I won’t be able to watch American Horror Story until I’m home.
Until next time,