This one may actually be bloggy.
I've never been truly happy where I am now, especially concerning the people around me. I realized that I'm too damn tired of running up and down and sticking my neck out for people who would never do the same for me, yet those same people will turn around and call me their friend or "best friend", or even try to guilt me into doing or saying things. I'm starting culinary school on the north coast (Runaway Bay, St. Ann), a couple parishes away from where I live. I'm leaving this afternoon, and I can only return once a month for the next 15 months. Where the school is, is a major tourist area. Many large all-inclusive resorts, fine dining restaurants, and a major docking point for cruise ships. There are more employment opportunities for a chef there than most other places in this country, only second to Montego Bay.
So, to put it simply, when I go, I'm not coming back. I'm moving halfway across the country, leaving many people and things behind, and I feel pretty damn good about this. When I'm done in culinary school, I'll find a job, find an apartment, and move all my stuff over there and settle down. If anyone wants to see me, they can come and see me. I'm not expending any more energy and wasting my time on people who only remember me when they want something or want me to go somewhere. Especially since whenever I want people to do something with me or help me, it's never possible.
I have a few good friends, who I can truly say are good friends, and I'll always keep them close, but I've pretty much got no reason to stay here.
So, goodbye Kingston, with your annoying cliques, self serving uptown clowns and urban funk, hello Runaway Bay/Ocho Rios.