Destination: A Stone's Throw From St. Croix

I know that everyone has had those weeks/months that have just sucked. Work has taken control of my life lately and won't stop kicking me in the arse.

I've been meaning to get up to the hill country for some solace, but that probably won't happen until next month. And, unfortunately, I'm not so sure the recharge from the mountains would be enough. I think a move to the Caribbean is in order.

Would it be so hard? Would I have the balls to do it? Sounds easy enough; Sheri, Destin and I pack up and head south. Have a life kinda like Kenny Chesney describes in his song Island Boy:

He left Maine 'cause he needed a change,
And he was desperate to rearange priorities,
And he thought the sea,
Would be the best place to be.

So he saved his money, sold his car,
And with his eye set on a southern star,
He got the courage to follow his heart,
He set out for a brand new start.

He's an island boy,
Now he's an island boy
Livin his life where stress is the enemy
Now he's an island boy,
A stone's throw from St. Croix,
He's finaly found his piece of serenity.

Now he tends bar, at the Old Mango,
And he see's tourists come and go,
With their pressed pants and camera case,
Too much sunburn on their face.

Now he watches the snow on CNN,
With all of his dope smokin friends,
Just look at the Hell they must be in
He swears he won't go back again.

'Cause, He's an island boy,
Now he's an island boy.
Livin his life where stress is the enemy
Now he's an island boy,
A stone's throw from St. Croix,
He's finaly found his piece of serenity.

You know the love of his life has always been Emily,
She loves the man she sees...

In her island boy,
Now he's an island boy
Livin his life where stress is the enemy
Now he's an island boy,
A stone's throw from St. Croix,
He's finally found his piece of serenity.

Island boy.

A stone's throw from St. Croix.

Island boy, island boy, island boy...

It's more predictable to wuss out, isn't it? Oh well, it's fun to think about at least...