starchild9

I've been back home in the Bahamas for three months now and It may well be time to throw in the proverbial towel.

Is there something wrong with me?
Can I not assimilate and handle a move to a different place?

No.
This is my hometown... but this is not who I am anymore.
Nice to visit, fun and wild place.

Who wouldn't want to live in Paradise?? The Isles of June!!
Oh there are downsides... it is not all romance and turquoise sea, rum and candles, sun and sin... though these things are happening.

I'm just not cut out for this shit obviously... I want to be back in a city with choices and anonymity, with sushi and fresh vegetables, with people who think...

But this is the crux of it-
I'm twenty-five years old right.
When I got on the plane December 22nd I felt like I was eighteen, like I had that much youth.
Today on March 31st... I feel at least 30. My body hurts. My mind is foggy. My back has a river of pain down the middle that branches to the lateral, and my limbs are weak.

The energy has been sapped right out of me.
I knew this was possible on this rock. I thought I could beat it...

I hate the eagles but they had a point... and I know this is cheesy but... what did they say in Hotel California?

Body hurts you guys.
What would you do?

Peace and Love and Shake'n shit UP!
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