PIECE OF MIND
To: Me
From: Me 6 years ago
"To the right of the cabin you will see we are flying over part of the Bahamian islands", says the captain. The aqua water on shallow sands surround white beaches that fade into green lush vegetation. I strain my eyes to try to see if I can catch a mere glimpse of the furthest island East, a place I used to call a second home, Elbow Cay. 
Countless winter weeks I spent on the island. From the years I was still strapped in my flamingo pink life vest dangling my feet off the side of my grandparents sail boat without a care in the world, to the years I was filled with teenage angst almost to the point of taking our paradise for granted. 
I remember finally stepping off the puddle jumper onto the tarmac as the hot Bahamian sun kissed my nose and cheeks. I remember sitting on the edge of the ferry hand in hand with my sister, our matching fleece sweaters now tied around our waists as we let the spray from the wake land on our skin and blonde hair, leaving a salty taste on our lips. I remember golf cart rides to and from town on the bumpy sanded down coral and dirt roads. I remember the warm, sweet, buttery smell of Vernon’s bread baking and how Mom would always buy two loaves: one for sandwiches that week and another for us all to tear off and eat on the ride home. I remember sitting on the roof of our house, Seascape, with a 360 view of the sound and sea and watching dad paddle out so far that he looked like a speck on his surfboard. I remember chasing lizards, the curlier the tail the better and helping hermit crabs in their conch shell homes cross the road. I remember the pungent smell of low tide as I sat on our dock with my homemade fishing line, waiting for a bite.
Its all too easy to remember the heavy feeling in my chest each year as we left the island. I would sit on the back of the ferry boat and watch the island get smaller and smaller and then disappear. I promised myself I would never stop coming back to this place no matter what, I promised to remind my future self of how amazing this island was and that I must return no matter what life brings. 
  1. To: Me

    From: Me 6 years ago

    "To the right of the cabin you will see we are flying over part of the Bahamian islands", says the captain. The aqua water on shallow sands surround white beaches that fade into green lush vegetation. I strain my eyes to try to see if I can catch a mere glimpse of the furthest island East, a place I used to call a second home, Elbow Cay. 

    Countless winter weeks I spent on the island. From the years I was still strapped in my flamingo pink life vest dangling my feet off the side of my grandparents sail boat without a care in the world, to the years I was filled with teenage angst almost to the point of taking our paradise for granted. 

    I remember finally stepping off the puddle jumper onto the tarmac as the hot Bahamian sun kissed my nose and cheeks. I remember sitting on the edge of the ferry hand in hand with my sister, our matching fleece sweaters now tied around our waists as we let the spray from the wake land on our skin and blonde hair, leaving a salty taste on our lips. I remember golf cart rides to and from town on the bumpy sanded down coral and dirt roads. I remember the warm, sweet, buttery smell of Vernon’s bread baking and how Mom would always buy two loaves: one for sandwiches that week and another for us all to tear off and eat on the ride home. I remember sitting on the roof of our house, Seascape, with a 360 view of the sound and sea and watching dad paddle out so far that he looked like a speck on his surfboard. I remember chasing lizards, the curlier the tail the better and helping hermit crabs in their conch shell homes cross the road. I remember the pungent smell of low tide as I sat on our dock with my homemade fishing line, waiting for a bite.

    Its all too easy to remember the heavy feeling in my chest each year as we left the island. I would sit on the back of the ferry boat and watch the island get smaller and smaller and then disappear. I promised myself I would never stop coming back to this place no matter what, I promised to remind my future self of how amazing this island was and that I must return no matter what life brings. 

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