Its been a long, happy run.

So I’m sitting in the airport and my flight is going to be boarding in about 15 minutes. And it’s honestly a little bittersweet to be leaving Jamaica for home. Everyone here really is friendly and obliging. I got to the airport and my bag was (here’s a shocker,) overweight but about 5 pounds. Instead of rushing me to pay extra, the porters helped me open up my bag, and advised me as to what I should move around. I had to take the breadfruit and ackee that my aunt is sending for my mother out and put it into my carry-on, which removed about 3lbs from my checked bag. It was still a little too heavy, but they waived it! “They aren’t gonna bill you for a pound!”

Everyone, even the passerby, was encouraging and friendly. I got a cup of coffee and had a smiling, happy barista. Also - the coffee! I dont know what I’m going to do back home without Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee beans. I’m addicted! Just like Khloe on that episode of Kim and Kourtney Take Miami - you know, the one where she needs the Columbian coffee so badly that she gets up at the crack of dawn and rides around bathsalt central on a scooter? Well maybe you don’t know, and I don’t blame you - but I’ve already googled “Jamaica Blue Mountain Coffee Beans - Hartford.”

It’s also sad, because I think my Grandpa may have said the last words he’ll ever say to me today when he dropped me off. He’s in his upper 80s, and rearing to go.Every morning he prays “Lord, don’t listen to them who are heaping curses on me, and wishing me “many more!!” ” I dont know when I’ll be back he

re, or when I’ll see him again, so I’m grateful for this time we’ve had together. However, more typically of my life, his last words to me will have been, “Hope it’s not too heavy!” 

It was too heavy Grandpa, sorry.

Anyway, my flight is boarding! So, farewell Jamaica - I’ll miss you, truly. And hello America! The princess is back!