A Tropical U-Turn

Oh yeah, I remember writing somewhere that I'd leave for my sister's place on the islands before New Year's Eve. Well, turns out there's been a bit of a delay with the departure. Something isn't falling into place for her—like some puzzle pieces aren't fitting together. And honestly, I've kinda lost the urge to go anyway.

Here's what's got me worried: you know those places are crawling with creepy critters, right? Like waking up one morning cuddled next to a king cobra or something—that doesn't exactly top my list of fun activities. And let's not forget about swimming in the ocean where some yellow-bellied sea snake might randomly slither up beside you. No rescue team could save you fast enough because their venom hits hard within minutes.

So basically, dear ones, it all comes down to me. If I feel like going, I'll go; if not, then nah. But truth be told, I'm starting to doubt whether I want to risk it. Chances are pretty high that I'll stay put here for New Year's while my sister figures out her life over there. She spent ages looking for Mr. Right and ended up hooking up with some guy—I can't quite describe him properly. That's why we had a fight yesterday.


Stephie