So i had just returned to the Boro from 2 fabulous weeks with my grandmother. When my mother decides to tell me that we are leaving in 2 days for Hilton Head. I Have never been sad to go to the place i have branded with the title of my "second home". I love this tiny touristy rich people golfing crazed island more than almost any other place i ahve ever been.

I grew up on the beaches of the Westin Resort. Some of my greatest memories take place in the hot tubs/pools/ballrooms/hallways of this remarkabley huge and beautiful hotel.
I even had my first REAL kiss resorting here
here was the place i first got intoxicated
here was the place i did some other things
here i bonded wiht my love rebekah
here i spend time with my cousins whom i only see once a year
here i embarressed my self horribly too many times to name
here i danced to my sister playing the piano for a not so pleasant and surely not an entertained black family.
here i have loved
here i have hated
i have burned
and froze
i have been caught here
and here i have gotten away.

only this visit is different.
there is no rebekah or bethany or havillah. there is no Uncle Tom or Uncle Pat or Aunt karen or Aunt Cheryll or aunt heather. There is no Heather Nagy.
There is no mike, jj, Ian, sally or any of theother wonderfull people that i have met.

there is just me and my mom dad eli bell isaac and the grandparents...


and I HAVE STREP THROAT....
i am exhausted and miserable and lonely. AND pale b/c being in the sun gives me a terrible headache...

i want my sister and my gg and my santini.

but they are all out of reach..........