The final scrolls of DPizM: Post #3
Yeah, I thought about it. And when I didn't think about it, the people around me had no problems reminding me that I was going to a Caribbean Island AND I was bringing non-Caribbean company AND I was going to a wedding (you fill in the blanks).
But my DPwisdoM runs deep: In the past, I've crossed both hemispheres to chill in the midst of major ass that spoke in foreign tongues and dammit, and at the end of the day, I just wanted to sit back, watch the sunset with an English speaking sista that I knew. You know, share a moment with a friend.
In the past, I've always imagined myself as a different person when I travel. Yet, every time I arrived at the destination of my travels, I slowly realized that I was/am the same person in Brazil, Mexico, New York, Hawaii (to name a few) that I am in my own exotic land of Oaks.
So I brought some sand. And why not? I'm on the Verge and I need to use my WGFF on a fly sista anywayz. Plus, it's what I wanted to do and "The Verge" is my world--it's written in the clouds. I made the right decision. Holla.