Lost in Paradise

I got it in my head Tuesday afternoon that I really needed to get away. I made a few phone calls, I typed a few keystrokes, and the next morning I got on a plane with my kid and we're now in the Dominican Republic.

It is not snowing here.

While we're gone John is going to find a new place to live and move out. I'm devastated. But I'm finding my own way of dealing with it and when I get back I don't expect my problems to be all gone but I'll have had some more rest and maybe will be better able to manage.

This is a smoker's paradise. You'd think all white people smoke if you came here. It's actually quite gross and I think next time I won't jump to do the cheapest all-inclusive holiday possible. Nevermind. It's warm and beautiful and after we got moved out of our room with the bedbugs, we got put into a room with a view from the ocean if you are on the balcony. Sweet.

So that's it for now. I'm sleeping and eating and having fun with Remi. She got her hair braided yesterday and we're cool.