My vacation starts today!
And on Tuesday morning, I’ll be boarding a plane and flying down to Jamaica for a week.
The last time I set foot in the country, I was 16 and my grandfather was on his deathbed.
Admittedly, I’m a bit anxious. For starters, this will be the first time I’m going to Jamaica without any immediate family members.
As well, things have changed. A lot of the relatives I knew have grown up, or have left and are in other countries. Not to mention that I’m very self-conscious of the fact of my Canadian-ness — that I carry myself differently, and don’t speak patois — so I feel uneasy about sticking out like a sore thumb.
And then, there’s Aunt Milda.
I’m trying to tell myself to keep my expectations low and to prepare myself for the possibility that she won’t want to tell me anything. But I really, REALLY want to be pleasantly surprised. I want my expectations to be exceeded. I want to come away with some keys that will unlock those doors that have stayed shut for all this time. But I know real life doesn’t necessarily work that way.
On top of everything else, this is my vacation. It won’t be all about family research. I just really want to kick my feet up and take everything in.
But, enough talk! I’ve got a LOT of running around and packing to do. Wish me luck.